Alright, alright. I can't take credit for this awesome pun. And I wish it were schedule SOME time around a Renaissance Festival but I'm not sure when one is!
SO! Screw it-- here it goes.
Hear ye, hear ye, knitwits and nobleknitters, yarnlings and princes/princesses of purls, thou doth knit tonight amidst the fresh spring air and warm outdoor lights of Sir Charles' Beer Garden.
The Sinclair shall be our retreat if the weather is cursed, grey and damp.