Very late, very fairy fucked-I'm using the sprayer in the sink to power louche my #24.
Dinky-You can't do that w/#24!!!
I think I gave it one more spritz for emphasis.

Sunday (one of my memories and this one I had to be reminded of) hugging Digits w/his briquets of peat before he left.

Also Sunday, opening the oven to a bunch of exploded potatoes.

Saturday night, panic breaks out in the kitchen as CG knocks my laughing ass halfway to the 'fridge.

Sunday morning, going downstairs, it looks like a sunwashed war zone. Bodies everywhere. And Smuttty and Festus are sitting at the bar.

Not long after that, dumping an entire pot of coffee on the boom box.

Ridin' in Dinky's Porta Penis to the hotel and the walk back on a lovely August night. Full of anticipation for the big doin's.

The Oblivious Ikea Fellas.
The only ones enjoying the fire.

Wayne in all his "Wayneness".

And I thought I blacked out through a lot of it.
Doesn't anyone else rememeber anything?

I only remember drinking some really great absinthe, meeting some really great people & a little fluffy white dog with a severe underbite trying to remove my pants one leg at a time...

"all the green, green bottles...but it won't last forever..." - Luna

The above lyric was just heard emanating from my iPod as I was viewing this thread. It perfectly sums up LF'03.

Monday and the road trip in the Smutttymobile to Yuengling.
Smuttts, Ballz, 2LY!!! and meself.

Louchie taking us to the finest drinking establishment Pottsville had to offer, and thinking that we were going to see Smutty work his "charm" with the bartender in the back room (yes, the bartender was a femme, although barely)!

A favorite of Ballz-
Styx drifting over the 'hood Sunday morning.

That's right!

That was a beautiful thing...

Ah, as Paradise Theatre opens its winged doors across these fields of granite upon the last poor soul who should find himself longing for the comfort of La Fee Verte, the river Styx...

Nope. Tell me: was I there?

Yeah, reading a book against a pine tree.
And coveting my parking meter.

Waking up in the Treehouse to a gorgeous Sunday morning, lost in my own house.
1888's mouth open like someone flipped a manhole outtah the street.

SOme of these may be repeats....i don't care.

Steve O/Dave M running out the door before we got his keys away from him.....

going to help Dinky get the booze out of his fancy-schmancy pussy-magnet and having some neighborhood children questioning the Mayor about Me and Smutty cause they thought we looked like trouble or something....

having Doc introducing himself so quickly i had no idea what he said - baabaadoc!

waking up when Wolfman finally went to bed...again when he & ladyfriend went to look for breakfast (hehe) and then 10 minutes later when dinky asked where wolfie was, i told him he went to bfast. dinky then proceeded to go to the treehouse, drop to the floor, curl up in a fetal position & pass out.

when we first got there, the mayor walking right up & saying - You must be Celticgent, and you must be Digit Boy. However did he figure it out? ;)

searching for what must've been a half hour for the Shane duet that I thought was with Sinead for some reason.....the copy of The Snake I have is newer and HAS the duet......luckily, LL had a copy of the tune even though by the time i played it Digit didn't care at that point & doesn't even remember me playing it for him.....I REALLY apologize for bogarting the CD player for the longest time...somebody should've just told me to stop.

discussing & getting a taste of Mrs. Mayor's Yuengling (i had never had it)

talking about queer eye w/ wayne

wondering why the mayor had medical charts tacked up in his bathroom.

the funny-ass look on louchie's face when i took a huge gulp of the tarragona and going "Damn that's good shit...is this for me?"......he started laughing and told me that it had to go around and took it back from me.....and then told me what it was and how much it cost........the embarrassed look on my face made him laugh even harder......

every time i looked at digit he was chatting somebody up...i got this feeling that he was taking mental notes on EVERY word anybody said.

talking movies with rimmy, larry and doc. i think smutty too, but he was really busy trying to get everybody to try logan & sirpiss. ( liked the sirpiss better than the logan) also, he had the biggest smile on his face when he talked HG with ET.

yelling at fluffy, & der cros on the phone for not being able to be there.

asta chewing on rimmy. Sheepy pulling up a piece of tree & reading.

the infamous Ballz joke. also, i remember the SPLIT second all of us turned to Balz and realized JUST how fucking shitfaced he had become. it was like a light switch........BAM! DRUNK!

The huge fucking grin on Smutty's face as he sipped eye-openers with festus at the bar.

LL posing for the lawnmower pic

talking to 2ly about cars, kilts & lords of acid.... :) sorry i fucked up the link, 2ly!

how funny rimmy, doc & larry looked sleeping in the living room. even MORE funny was when i found festus, ll, & Digit.

giving the mayor a big hug & not wanting to leave.........


mostly -

how after the first 5 minutes the akwardness of meeting a roomful of new people went away.........how it seemed like we all really belonged there.......that even though we were all very different, that we were all accepted.....such a warm feeling. something i'll never forget.

So very true CG...

One thing that was pretty messed up that I remember was being in the Redrum... CG and Balz were out at this point, although I believe CG woke up.

I was on the computer while logged in as LL, which I thought was kind of funny. Anyway LL comes in and starts yelling (all in jest) to me that I needed to keep seated and keep 'moderating'! This is where I think CG bolted up and then crashed back down. Well ok, but after Louchie left a few minutes later, Lady Wolf comes into the room and goes into what I thought was a closet.

I remember thinking to myself, "Why the hell did she just go into that closet?"

I think maybe 15-20 minutes passed and I was still wondering why she didn't come out yet? I figured she had passed out in the closet.

So, as concerned as I was...


... I proceeded to go downstairs to have some more to drink and to tell (someone?) that Lady Wolf just walked into a closet.

The next morning, when I could see straight, I found out that what I thought was a closet was the door to this huge side porch and that's where she had gone to sleep.

Simply amazing how a 20 hour fest becomes a lifetime...

What I was a little disappointed at was missing so many other things that happened... such as Rimmy's ghost story outside... I believe that was Balz's last stand. As CG pointed out, I was chatty... well, more like listening a lot, but I feel like there was so much that I missed.

I do remember my talk with Cros and the delicious vintage sample. I remember Louchie telling me what CG had done...

I remember talking to Fluffy a bit about crack-pipes... (Just kidding Fluff)

Oh, and I remember looking at the ominous staircase heading up to the Alien Attic at 5:00am, thinking to myself, "There's no way I'll make it up there without falling all the way back down..."

I missed so fuckin' much!
Thanks guys.

Rimmy, Scorps, Festus, Smuttty, Wolfie, BaaBaa.
Chime the fuck in! W/anything.

I remember exactly two things from LoucheFest:
1) Me and Rimmer standing in the dining room with no one else around with the glass of Terragonna after it had already made the rounds once. It was still about half full. 'So, we can just...umm..stand here with this for a minute, right?' 'I won't say anything if you won't.' 'Say anything about what?' 'Exactly.'
2) My first (and second and third and fourth) sips of BaMa's Lyonnaise. Scales fell from my eyes, and etc. I had to go back and get another glass a couple of hours later just to convince myself that it was really as good as I thought it was. It was.

I remember Wolfgang telling me lots of interesting stuff and then forgetting it.

I remember Smutty nodding at me in a shady way and trying to get me to drink SirBlanche like it was liquid LSD or something. I took a sip then tossed it in the sink when he wasn't looking and said "yum, that was good".

I remember talking to Crosby on the phone and finding it funny that my vocabulary consisted of 3 words "really?", "yeah", and "cool" and all I could really hear was my brain cells going "pop pop pop pop". At some point I may have spoken to Fluffy or Masque, though I'm not really sure.

I remember the fuckin diner for breakfast the next day, w/ Led Zeppelin written on the wall except it was spelled "Lead Zeplin", and some fat guy put Stairway to Heaven on the Juke Box and sat at his table and sulked.

I remember:

Getting picked up at the bus stop by Louchie, Ballz™ & Asta in the convertible...

Pulling up to the Mini-mansion and being amazed at it's magnificence, thinking "This is gonna be fucking great!"...

Chowing down on Mrs. Mayor's scrumdiddilyumpcious cookies...

Being blown away when Tumbledorf's true identity was revealed...

Taking my first sip of BaMa's Lyonais and thinking "WOW!...Ned Brew ain't alone on Mt. Olympus anymore!"...

Getting a whiff of the PF Taragonna that Cros sent and feeling like I was slipping off into a dream...

Talking to everybody and thinking how amazing it was that all these people who (for the most part) never met each other before were getting along like they'd been friends forever...

Placing down my empty glass on the counter at 3AM and crawling onto the sofa to pass out...

Smoked ribs & beer on Sunday afternoon (mmmmmm)...

Not wanting to go home...

Did I talked to Crosby on the phone ? Can't even remember...that must have been nottting more than "shhhhte" and " cheeeeeeze" anyway...

I remember talking to, er, rambling to somebody on the phone (sorry, whoever that was).

The best part of getting picked up was that I knew that Louchie was a bald guy in a red car, but didn't truly believe it was him till the monkey-goat-dog revealed herself in all her majesty.

And Louchey giving me the walking tour of the hood and of the architectural differences between all of the houses -- enjoyed it, especially after a couple of Yuengling's in the belly.

And speaking of Yuengling, Louchee getting yelled at during the tour of the brewery because he was entering a zone where there might be welding going on.

And Styx!

Eeek~!
What'd I miss?
I had my clothes on when I woke up.

And I didn't want any of you to leave.

i'm sure festus is as relieved as i was of that fact.

But she sure grinned a lot.

Saturday night everyone was bitching to start drinking while we were waiting for our friend from CanuckyFuckyLand.
I insisted we eat 1st, which wasn't a popular thing.

The opening toast, courtesy of LdF.
The smell filling not just the kitchen, but the dining room too.
The comraderie of that moment, clinking plastic cups.

Smuttty bringing 9 bottles!!
ET bringing cases!

BLUR!!!BLUR!!!BLUR!!!BLUR!!!

Hey, Skeeter,
What was it like talking to the walking dead on the celly?
It was 5 amish local time, many had already dropped. I didn't say much to avoid incriminating stupidity.
I can't imagine it was very high brow.

I remember getting stuck in traffic, driving between 100-120mph and it still taking 7 hours to get there. The whole time I was concerned about getting pulled over. Not for the speeding, but for the boxes of HG in the back seat.

I remember asking for help carrying absinthe, and 8 people walking to my car...

The taste of the new emile, my comparisson to ET without the tails, and Wolfgang sipping and then dumping the rest in the sink.

Passing on the Tarragona from Cros... because I'd already tasted it.

Shooting the shit with Wolfg until 8am

The sun

Styx on the radio

Sucking back a beer.

Hangover

sucking back la fee in an eye opener, and then sucking back bile....

Passing out.

Walking to the hotel with smutty and balz. Balz wanted to make "nice" with the street kids... me and smutty schooled him on big city etiquet.

Hot shower...

Breakfast at some place... the coffee was weak.

Leaving PA, but not wanting too.

Buying $300 worth of e-clear.

More, more!

The only redeeming quality about Jersey.

1 am

2 am

3:40am

7am

7:40am

Wolfg's woman coming down to get some eats...

Stumbling around...

Smutty offering to cuddle up w/me on the futon, "it's cold" he says...

Stumbling as far away from smutty as possible.

8am

Something incoherent

Passing out in the upstairs porch...

Hearing styx wafting through the trees.

Feeling the pain in my body

Getting up and ambling down to the bar.

a la fee eye opener.. and me spurting forth " Damn, I forgot how much I hate la fee"!

A beer on the lawn

laughing at rimmy an asta

Liver passed out in the sun... whitey is gettin all pink!

My absolute favourite memory though, is walking back to the mansion from the shit diner the next morning, and smelling absinthe 20 yards before we even hit the door. We'd drank so much we literally filled the streets with the smell of absinthe!

Ha!
I remember the wake up.
"Hey, Liver. The Grune Tuefel needs directions."
Huh?
Wha?
Oh shit, look at all the people!
Good thing I started the ribs before I passed out.

You went to Rock Around the Clock too?
You, Smuttty, Festus, and...?

and Dinky and Rimmer and 2ly and... oh shit I don't remember, maybe Ballz too. Didn't matter anyway, we were all a bunch of fuckin zombies.

Woo. Lead Zeplin!

Monday night was the big fire a block away.
Me and 2LY!!! dead to it all.
I guess smoke filled the Mini Mansion.
Sirens, the whole 9.
I walked Asta over after seeing 2LY!!! off, residual drunk full on, and the fire folk were waving me away-
"It could fall down! Get away from there!"
Uh, ok.