Sheepses, GB, and EAS

Kirk!

Kirk is awesome.

He was the self-appointed damage control supervisor. By the time I had the resources to walk downstairs yesterday morning, he was bustling around, stuffing everybody full of B vitamins and aspirin and steering them clear of all of the OSHA hazards that had accumulated during the wee hours.

Thanks, Kirk.

It almost brings back memories!

Boy howdy.

This weekend restored my faith in humanity.



So many worthwhile people, so little time. And the booze was good too! There are still secondfairies crawling out of the holes in my head.

My Random LF04 Memories

Skeeter telling me I looked trashy so I’d smack him on his ass

Calling Dinky a Playdough Fun Factory, though I doubt he’ll remember it or what it means

Braiding Lammie’s hair on the steps of the MiniMansion

Getting to talk to a few long distance Loungers over the phone (Gimpy, CG, Balz™, Spongebob and Sixer)

Balz™ being so kind as to tell me the joke over the cell phone

Discussing the capabilities of a minivan in the right hands with Skeet and LoucheLooker

Seeing silly smiles on the faces of two very special people

Special Reserve absinthe…mmmmmmm

Dinky taking a bunch of us drunk retards out for breakfast (thanks again!)

The realization that Erase-A-Slate needs to post a whole lot more

Kirk’s impression of himself, and how Lammie told him he wasn’t as creepy as she thought he’d be

Mrs. Bater and her very refreshing moist towelettes (make sure you thank her for me, Bater Boy)

Walking in on a discussion about body disposal

Glassy saying, “I got a tumor, it’s a wicked pisser”

The brief moment of fear several of us ladies felt when Kirk said, “Wanna see my lizard?” and then started unbuckling his belt

Getting a chance to meet everyone, drink a lot of good booze, and have a lot of great conversations.

Again, thanks to the Mayor, and thanks to everyone who sent stuff and helped out, and to everyone who showed up and made it a great weekend.

One of the first things Skeets said when we got on the road was, "Wow, I didn't know a minivan could do 95."

That Erase-A-Slate's one in a million. I was delighted that he decided to come and even more tickled that he decided to stay an extra day.

Bunny Boy, I thought I restored your faith. At least that's what you slurred last night. Do you say that to all of the women you meet in Internet bars?

I'm exhausted. I feel like one eye is about to slip out of its socket. When I speak, I sound like I'm gargling sulfur. I want some more of the Greys' pineapples. And yet, my only regret is that I didn't have more time to spend with each one of you wonderful sons o' bitches.

Never enough time.
But hopefully we'll keep getting together whenever we can.

Yeah, EAS is cool as hell. Hell everybody this weekend was cool as hell. I'm sure glad I got to meet all of you. Peeps, every time I saw you this weekend you had a perma grin on. You had this constant ear to ear smile going all weekend. What a great fucking time. I am so glad that I got to sample all of the wonderful products available and that I got to meet some of the coolest people on the planet. I had a blast at LF04 and I can't wait 'til LF05. I wanna do it again right now. I'm pissed I gotta wait a whole year.

Hey Wogger.

Hee!
Yeah, it's still there.

Ah, the Louchefest afterglow...
(edit: that was meant for LoucheLooker's post, but it follows yours just as well)

And hiya SpeedRacer!

The whole 95 thing is so much funnier with your profession, Louchelooker.

I forgot about the towellettes... I was sweating my ass off (I will always remember wiping sweat off my forehead every two minutes as I sat next to a freezing her ass off Abby) and Mrs. Batemaster walks up and starts rubbing my back and chest under my shirt. I duck the punch that I am expecting from Bater Boy, but he is busy. This towellete thing was cooling me down, bigtime! A wonderful thing from a wonderful, and now traumatized, Mrs. Batemaster.

Yeah, those garbage trucks are pretty menacing at 95mph.

Hi Abby.

We should have got a pic of the gift I left the Mayor and Peeps.

Heeeeeeee!
I almost forgot about that.

Here are some more memories that I have of LF04 (I had to write them down to remember them though)

Felix Swiss La Bleu 57, Lyonnaise Verte, Lush Life 68, Aleonis #8 and 9, Swizzle, Equilibrium Venus Verte, Equilibrium Grand Cru Blanche, LeSinge Verte, Pignon et L'epee, Kubler 57, Nimes, Sauson(don't know how to spell it), G-verte and a few other that I still don't know the names of.

Wow, I just realized how much absinthe I missed.
And I don't remember the names of any of the ones I drank.
Not due to drunkenness. I was just overly enthusiastic.

Yay, it fucking WORKS now. Tried to post when I got home, no luck here OR at FV.

Anyhoo.

Got to the Mini-Mansion at about 10 pm. Yes, I'd gotten to ABE at 9, but the hotel screwed up. Multiple times. Enuff about that, maybe I will address it elsewhere. Suffice it to say I got my first night comp'd and the other two nights reduced to $75.

Got to the MM at 10. I said that already. Met Glassy, GB, saw Wogger and Skeets, and met Loogie and LAMMY. No mayor and no Peeps. They were between A-town and Newark.

Met Wabbit and Y.

11 or so came, so we all went to the gay bar, Candida. We had a grand time. The town slut, Rob, tried to pick me up (good kisser!) as did the somewhat kreepy barback, Jimmy, and a couple of other fellas. I was more interested in Yvonne.

Or Lammy. I LOVE LAMMY!

Lammy is like her avatar and her online persona, only on crack.

Were I not a committed omnisexual with restrictions, I'd marry Lammy. But she's already married. Guess I'm fucked.

Anyhoo.

We went to the bar, we drank beer, we had fun. Those of us staying at the Crappe Plaza went back there after meeting Mayor and Peeps and hangin out for a bit.

That was Friday night. Saturday is next.

SATURDAY!

Holy fuck. THis is when the ABSINTHE came out. And the Kirk, and the Dinky, and the Baters, and a bunch of other people ( see Skeeter's notes) arrived.

There was some FUCKIN NICE STUFF. There was also some commercial. There was BdF (didn't drink it, but already know it). There was Segarra 68 (tried it at LoucheFiesta and thought it was nice, but here I could ONLY taste WORMWOOD IN THE COLORING STEP! Dr. O??). There were other commercials, but nobody touched them.

Aside from the commercial nightmares, I stuck to mostly two HG sources, with occasional forays into the small samples sent by some deep south fellow.

With each selection, I felt like quoting the woman from 3rd Rock from the Sun: "This is the BEST THING I have EVER PUT in my MOUTH!"

There was the Swizzle. There was Felix. There was Grand Cru whatever. There was Venus something or other. There was the Special Reserve.

Yes, I found the best and didn't bother with the rest. I'm ruined for CO now.

Oh, and I stayed sober. 8 or 10 hours of drinking, but in one hand was a glass of ice water (THANKS LAMMY!!!). I was sober until the Mayor's buddy Slosh got me stoned, about 3 30 am.

Then stupid dumb Dinky took us to breakfast.

We walked back to the Crappe Plaza in the rain. Sunday comes next.

SUNDAY!

Spent a lot of my time hangin out with Grey Boy and Glassy and LoucheLooker. Cool folks. I wanna go to the next BARF, just to hang with the 3 of them. FUCK they are cool people!

Glassy < ---

GreyBoy < ---

Loogie <--- (in a totally non-sexual, brotherly kinda way . . . I wish I'd had a big brother like him)

OK, I have had too much Chartreuse. I'm way too fucked up to kee posting, and will return when I sober the fuck up. Suffice it to say, ALL the people I met were COOL MUTHERFUCKERS. I had a GRAND FUCKIN DAY OUT.

ok, 3 grand fuckin days out.

It's a Wallace and Gromit reference. Get it or don't, see if I give a fuck, assholes.

I still met a fuckload of cool peeps. Including Peeps! and the Mayor . . .FUCK. That sonofabitch NEVER relaxes. ALL about being the best possible host. Damned fucktard.

I'll post more when I dry out. Fuckin' MAYOR fuckin' ROCKS. So does everyone who got his or her ass to LF04. Except the Segarra 68. All I tasted was wormwood in the coloring. It's garbage! Fuckin PSEUDOSINTHE™ tastes better!

Really, I'll send ya some if you want that Segarra 68 crap. FREE. Pseudo isn't distilled, so it's legal. Honestly. I would rather drink pseudo than S68. Fuck, I'd rather pay full price at the Crowne Plaza than drink S68!

OK, I'm fucked up on Chartreuse. and Ouzo. And horny, cuz I had VERY LITTLE sex all weekend.

I'll edit that out later when I realize how sleazy it is.

Anyway. CP was a pit, the Mayor was and is the GOD of party hosting (makes Martha Stewart look like a fuckin' amateur), and the mini-mansion is SO FUCKIN COOL. BEAUTIFUL house, and spotlessly clean!

I'm seriously lookin at 111 north 11th street (boarded up shell, but structurally looks OK). Not sure what that has to do with this message. Must be the Chartreuse and Ouzo.

ANYWAY. I had a FOOKIN great time. SO GLAD I spent the $ to be there, and meet so many folks I had only known online. Glassy, grey boy, loogie, rabbit, Y, teufel, erase-a-slate, peeps, kirk, etc. Plus the folks I knew before, like the batemasters, the Mayor, Stupid Dumb Dinky, etc. etc. Everyone I met ( even Slosh, who broke my weekend-long sobriety by getting me stoned!) was FOOKIN COOL. I'd have ANY of these people at my house and hang out with them any FOOKIN day.

FOOK.

I all these FOOKERS. And they piss me off becuz they made me them!

Oh, and I'm semi-seriously considering the purchase of 111 n 11th st. The boarded up house that was so VERY structurally sound.

Hey, my duplex is selling. I gotta invest somewhere.

Fuck, I need to either stop drinking or get laid. Or both. This is gettin WAY too serious for the lounge.

I had a GREAT FOOKIN TIME. The Mayor is the ULTIMATE FOOKIN HOST. Provided xit before anyone could even think to ask for it. Fucker.

I the Mayor. No, not THAT way. Purely platonic. He's just a cool muthafucka. Big time.

OK, I have typed enuff about that. I got up at 10 28 for a 10 30 shuttle to the airport, got my flight (and the 2 afterward), and got to Tucson at about 8 pm ( remember 3 hours time zone change).

Etc.

Grand Cru. Venus. Swizzle. Felix. Miscellaneous stuff from Tennessee ( I have no name for it! Verte AND blance, both were a delight to the senses). Aside from the Tennessee stuff, the Venus and Felix producers kept my attention all night.

DAMN.

S68 made my untrained palate burn with AA in the coloring. FEH. Nasty crap. What was he THINKING?!

Amer 72 wasn't BAD .. .just mediocre by comparison. I'd drink it if it were free and I had no other options.

I hope I'm not coming across as an ABSINTHE SNOB. I lack the palate training to become such.

I only report on that which I can taste and otherwise detect myself.

I also realize that I need to go to sleep now. More tomorrow, folks! If you're sad you missed it this year .. . SAVE YER FUCKIN PENNIES. YOU HAVE A YEAR TO SAVE NOW, and the Mayor WILL find a place for you to sleep if youcan't afford the Crappe Plaza. He wants you to be there, I want you to be there, and I really need to stop drinking and go to ZZZ.

A few final thoughts: Dinky is a cocky mutha fucka. The Mayor is too. I both of em anyway.

Peeps is a FUCKIN SWEETHEART. So is LAMMY. I LAMMY.

I already liked Skeeter and Stupid Dumb Dinky and the Baters and Wogger.

Glassy and her bitch, GB, were nearly as intensely accommodating hosts as the Mayor. Except they not only didn't live there but weren't stayign there.

LoucheLooker schlepped so fookin many people from the airport . . .and on top of that, was also a cool muthafucka.

Kirk wasn't creepy. Neither was MGeek. Or Teufel (no longer a FuckTard).

I am sure I forgot people, but it's almost 6 am and I have had too much Chartreuse.

I will finish the description of wonderful people and incredible booze later. I EVERYONE, named or not, who showed up in A-town!

I have no words that could possibly respond properly to that, so I'll just fall back on

(And I love you too, you sick fuck)

If SPAZ-ASS was short
he'd be the spittin' image of T. Lautrec.

more pictures, cunts!

Then you should have came
and brought your camera bitch,
the images are burned into my mind.

but then i would have had to be in the same house as you.

and that's just scary.

Pussy.

Jeebus, Trainer!

You should have started your post like this:

"Call me Trainer. Some days ago--never mind how long precisely-- having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me in the desert, I thought I would fly to Allentown and see the drunken part of the world..."

Christ, Trainer. Talk about stream-of-consiousness.

I'm glad we agree on the AA in the S68 coloration.

Abby: "Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian."

OK, lemme see:
Friday first.

The startled and somewhat confused looks on faces when I walked up the steps a day earlier than threatened.

GB and Gassy got that Boston accent going on. I never knew that glassblowing and robotics were so cosmically linked. I want to make some beer.

DaRabbit walks through the gate. There, says I to myself, is a kindred spirit. Turns out I was right.

Green Frog 1. Y rocks.

Skeeter with one ear permanently attached to the phone and the other permanently attached to me and Abby *smoke, smoke, smoke*

Where the hell is LouchedLooker now?

SPAZ-ASS with his kissing updates. And some other updates……

Da Mayor and peeps! Smiles all around.

Green frog II. Y continues to rock. I be listening to Green Frog I as I type this, the generous soul.

First off, let me just say that this is hands down the most wonderful group of people you will ever meet in your life. I love you all, and I hope to see you all again next year. I miss you all already.

It's strange how you can walk into a room full of strangers, and by the end of the night feel like you've known them your whole life. I consider you all to be my friends, and I hope you feel the same way about me.

Needless to say, this was so much more than a party. It was more than just absinthe. It was all about acceptance and love, and everything that is good and right in this world. I know it sounds sappy, and I honestly don't care.

Looking back, I really can't explain what brought me here. I can only say that I thank you all for making this place possible.

Y had asked me at one point if I would gamble my soul on a hand of poker. Thinking it over, the answer would be no...it's no longer mine to give. It now belongs to the lounge.

I'm drinkin' pints of leftover
abs that I powerlouched,
reading this and getting teary.
My primary memory is, of
course, meeting my ONE TRUE
LOVE for the 1stest time. After
all we'd been through, it was
wonderful to finally hook up in
the midst of so many great
fuckers.
Pancakes never tasted so good.

She is a winner
and you're a lucky man.

Skeeter's gift and Eurotrash
Christ. A lil' shrine by the
big ol' bed. Suitably blurred
due to the low tech way I do
xit.

You need a big ol flat bed.

The big ol' bed works grate.
Lots of hand holds.

My angels-

Pancake Plaza-

Edited ;
too digusting and hard to load.

Hee!!!

Skeeter actually had the stones to ask whether his giftie got used up, and then, when asked whether he really wanted to know, to reply, "Uhm, yes. Yes I do." Stinker!

Maybe he wants them back.

Pretty apparent this is my
dog-

Fang is such a bohemian,
he digs the mayors place.

Yardwaste:

Anyone fucks w/these guys?
They die.
Just like that...

That Mr. and Mrs. B are such a beautiful couple,
and the Mrs. B has such a sunny disposition,
she lit up the room where ever she went.

In a small way, yes.