More photos, more lost memories (in no particular order):

Dr. Balz and the Senator

Feel the love

emi!

Yellow's your color, Skeet.

Not so pretty in pink

Awwwwwwwww

I believe that's SpongeBob attempting to teabag DeadBoy.

Aftermath

Trainer makes his move.

Does everyone see this? I'm not the first one out, damnit!

moments before I literally fell to the ground laughing

Vibe washes the funk off

BalzOut!

Now that I'm feeling a little more human, I'd like to say a few words.

First off, thanks to everyone who showed up and made it a much-needed weekend of blowing off steam. You are all welcome here anytime.

Thanks to everyone who so generously donated goodies to the event. You know who you are and I'm sure when Fiesters remember what it was they consumed, we'll hear more about that part. Give everyone some time for the fog to lift.

A very special thanks to Kirk, whose generosity knows no bounds. There are now four more Loungers who are thrilled to have a beautiful work of art in their absinthe collections. And one more who's doubly blessed now. You are a treasure, Kirk.

And now, about the kids who showed up (in order of appearance).

Skeet: We've been to three big ones together. That's dedication and that's why I love you, you creepy fuck. You can come shop in my liquor store anytime. Oh yeah, and the pants are in the mail.

Cros: Pink is definitely your color. Thanks so much for the wonderful gift, and for not stepping on my head Friday night.

Grimmy: You are exponentially more twisted than all of us combined and it was a sincere pleasure to meet you. I cherish the abstract sculpture you left for me in my backyard. I haven't had the heart (or the stomach) to take it down.

DeadBoy: You've been drinking with the big dogs now, son. Get yourself on a strict drinking program to train your liver and come out again.

Vibe: Thanks for making the long trek. You are a vicious metrosexual and I thank you for trying to teach me to be more hip through accessories.

Sponge: I'm never taking you anywhere I frequent again, but I still love you. Thanks so much for the book. As soon as my eyes recover from all that I saw this past weekend, I'll read it.

emi: You happy-ass motherfucker, I love you! You can't be within 50 feet of that boy and not smile. Always a pleasure to pass the tiara to you.

Balz: Thanks for cleaning the Senator's ears. You are a wickedly amusing chap and it was good to get to spend more time with you this weekend. But I really think you need to show up for the Friday beer socials from now on. No more of these half-a-fest things anymore.

AndrewT: I'm so glad we didn't frighten you too much. I told you you'd eventually get to the point where you'd sell an organ to get to one of these things. Keep playin' and let's have a music theory lesson at the next fest when we can find a moment that isn't so crazy.

Trainer: As always, it was a pleasure to have you here. You should've taken Grimmy up on his offer, though. From plexisexual to Mexisexual ain't too far a leap, baby.

I already miss you fooks and the Senator does, too. Especially Grimmy.

Thanks again and I hope to see you all soon.

i think i'll add a few more pics to the equation... though Abby seems to have covered a few from my stash...

well, you posted the pic of Vibe wrasslin' Balz... so here's one of Vibe wrasslin' Dead Boy only moments prior to that (taken just after they went flying over your pink couch):



(notice who's on the bottom of both situations. har.)

Sponge's wake up call:

more silly string mayhem:

Grimmy practices for the moment of freak-on previously posted:

Dead Boy was so intent on not losing his new used very first absinthe spoon:

Tiara Boi:

I think I can feel the love.

The whole wood glue trick made a few people worried that they actually were feeling the love.

I slept 12 hours last night.
I fell asleep at 7:30pm and didn't get up until 7:30am.
My alarm didn't go off and I was a half hour late to work this morning, but I don't care. I feel so much better.

I believe I am recovered enough to tackle the house when I go home today.

Are your palms sweaty and your mind reeling?

You might need a leaf blower or a fire hose or something. Maybe a match,
or you could move. Poor baby.

Oh! oh ! I got it : a snow blower! Abbycus needs a snow blower!

That would be helpful.
A very small nuclear bomb might be nice.

Hey Abby, was it you who found the clown?
I told you, they come to life when we sleep. Evidently, your's likes to crawl inside your fridge and get bombed on Bailey's.

Oh yes, that was me.
Part of the shock and awe campaign that was Saturday afternoon.

You college kids are a riot.
I think there is something in the air when you get west of the Mississippi.
Did anyone stick around for the clean up?

and did the dog press charges?

We all did a cleanup on Saturday morning.
And everything was fine until about 10 Saturday night.
Then the place got trashed.
Actually, the bathroom, absinthe room and bedroom aren't too bad.
It's the computer room/lounge, the living room and the kitchen that are bad.

And the dog isn't pressing charges. Grimmy bought him off with $4 and a bottle of Arak.

Dog pressing charges? Hell, the Senator wanted Grimmy to move in. I heard he proposed marriage...

I still think we should take up a collection to replace your Poor Pepto Couch™.

It's just one leg.
That's what superglue is made for.

R.I.P.

Who was I again? I can't remember...

Vibe,
She may have had a short life, but, oh the things she saw...

SpongeBalz™,
Perhaps if you read your profile, it'll jog your memory.
And finish filling the damn thing out while you're at it.

You sure Bush wasnt there?

Tough to follow a bush with his pecker getting steamed, but wanted to jump in and thank Abby for the wonderful weekend! Unfortunately, the party didn't stop when I got off the plane, but continued through last night here, which is why I am typing so shakey today:)

As far as meeting all of you for the first time and for the second times, I am glad to have gotten together and look forward to seeing you all again (only without wood-glue, hopefully) soon! And a HUGE thanks for Abby for everything you did, from letting us trash your house (twice), to letting me and vibe break the pretty pink couch, to letting us flood your kitchen sinks with "Goo", to almost having a finale with fireworks courtesy of charcoal and empty silly string cans (unfortunately, this did not occur, and as a side note, this silly string is not flammable). And finally, thanks for letting us place your poor pup into some compromising conditions (and Crosby as well....)!

Weren't there cops involved Sat. nite as well? OK, enough rambling, it was good to see you all, and yes Vibe, there is a show-down waiting down by the MiniMansion Corral! Can't wait to see you all at LF05!

Doh, just realized that my Signature says I am SpongeBob's Bitch! I hate it when Dr. O gets hacking into people's signatures!!!!!

I actually have more photos of the pink nightie on Cros, but out of respect and a grate deal of fear, I'm not posting them.




Yep. Thankfully, you weren't killing each other out front, or screaming obscenities into the cell phone out back. So the policeman had no choice but to walk away. That's when I came in the house and told you fuckers that you couldn't go outside anymore.

It was like being the den mother at a boy scout meeting gone terribly terribly wrong.

Good thing it was a quiet moment! Seems like flashing lights could
be as traditional as wheat thins (usually the fire dept.).

I am here to help you overcome those things.

No fear, Abby! We know Cros is just a big teddy bear.

Or is that nighty bear?

Nope! Nothing. But, as an honored member of this fine community I'll be happy to contribute when I can.

I can just bet it was.

You're a lazy git, SpongeBalz™, but at least you're no stranger to irony.