Caesar:
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry "Caesar!" Speak, Caesar is turn'd to hear.
Soothsayer:
Beware the ides of March.
Caesar:
What man is that?
Brutus:
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
kiwimonster:
A geocacher doth invite you to join us
at the Beware the Ides of March event.
OK, enough Shakespeare.
We will be meeting at Sweet Tomatoes from 7 until at least 8 pm for dinner on the day after Pi Day. Hope you can join us!