Rules? We don't need no stinkin' rules. Except one. No brattiness allowed, but we've never had to enforce it because no one has ever come in the door with a attitude. Why mess up a good thing? Welcome Kelly. Wait until you meet Mario's clone at the BBQ. hee hee We just sit around (or sometimes dance - once we had a Conga line), tell a few jokes, listen to some music if the Jukebox feels like working. Nothing fancy. Well, sometimes the food gets incredible... and have a few drinks and generally just go with the flow. Never have to worry about a thing when you're at Richards Bar & Grill (except sometimes ending up with missing keys and having to crawl on the roof to find them, but that's another story). Richard, how will anyone recognise me if my arm isn't in a sling??