Get 'em up!

Clankety Clank in Reverse.

That's some funny xit. Now how about de-clankin me so I can read about the party?

Um, no!

Clankity clank MFer!

WTF? Over.

Jacky clanked everybody that didn't show the uck fup! You are all in the clanks now. All your post belong to clank.

Pheaubeaux showed the uck fup and he got made an Admin. Jacky really liked him.

He seems like the complete opposite of someone else around here.

Fauxbeaux is cool beans.

FucksBoat is good people.

As your new Admin, I'd like to state that I heard LF05 was quite the success. I really wish I could have attended, as it sounds to have been much fun. Alas, I was real busy.

Sorry, had to get that out of my system.

OK, Thursday night... um, Wogger and I got really drunk, to the amusement of everyone else. I remember "resting" with my head slumped and my eyes closed, and everyone was "he's out" and I'm like "no i'm not" and for some reason they were not convinced. My ass was put to bed, with the rest of me a few minutes later.

Mojitos suck, but the Mayor makes a good one.

Who the FUCK can have a thick down blanket on their bed in 80F heat and god knows how much humidity? I slept on top of the blanket and probably scarred poor Wogger for life when she came through for some odd reason.

Let's see... Friday ruled. The first bar of the pub crawl was awesome... good beer, Lars buying shots, TGO buying us all a round, (well, some of us). It is good to see the Loungers take a place over.

From the looks of the people on the stoops of the houses we walked by, a drunken 20+ strong line of white people walking through the hood is NOT an everyday occurance.

Saturday, I was so busy talking to people I did not even have much time to drink. Yes, that busy. It was great. Let's see... now I know why everyone raved over Slate last year. I wrestled a Loogie and held my own pretty well. You know the deal, he has wrestling skills and is in shape, I weigh a lot and have some muscle...and outweigh him by 110 pounds or so.

Asta! Squirrel! And up the tree she goes. I got video, maybe we can get it posted.

Jack showed up. No one was suprised, but many were happy.

A new HG king was crowned, a duo is now a triumvirate.

Dancing at the gay bar. ~Y~ teaching me some basic disco. The walk to the hotel Friday. Seeing TGO try to concentrate so hard he was sweating. Meeting Eric. Stealing the Mayor's pontica. Walking home with Peeps and six blocks from the mini-Mansion, a torrential downpour. No sense in running, no use. Four meals in four days, one pint glass of Chartreuse VEP and six glasses of absinthe and a LOT of beer later, and I miss it already.

More later, and I took about 80 pics, which I will have some of up in the next day or two.

Skeeter is a happy bear of a feller.

Jeebus (who?) love 'im!

I lost a wet t-shirt contest to Skeeter.
His nipples awed the judges.

What up, sis?

Watching Jack work was a treat.
The man was sitting almost horizontally,
getting "QWERTY" stamped on his forehead by the keyboard
surrounded by all of the drunks who still could stand,
and still writing code; making xit all funny like.

Hey, bro! Haven't seen the Pheaux?

My review of the weekends debauchery... forthcumming.

Oh. Pictures too, but those will be forthfourthcumming. I'll leaving for St. Louis in 20 minutes.

I saw cameras only a handful of times.
Friday everyone was too busy getting acquainted and reacquainted.
Saturday everybody went into free-fall, excepting poor Abby
who spent the day emptying her stomach.
Good job getting photos in among all of that.

The dancing was a hoot.
~Y~'s got the moves.
Cros got up and danced, after much wheedling,
which made all of the boys swoon and the girls' palms perspire.
Loogie couldn't get enough of it.
It took a two-day moshathon and a tussle with the Skeets
to burn off the go in that boy.

Girl talk with Abby.
Can't believe I waited two years to do that.
It was about fooking time.

Got some learnin' from Hiram,
who's more full of facts than anyone has any business being
and doesn't mind delivering patient explanations to an inebriate.
He's been a Sweet, Sweet houseguest, to boot.
Extra points to you, County Chocs,
for walking around in your underpants.

Slate!
What can I say?
I love that man.
He touches me every time.

Kirk's sausage tastes of fennel.
Chicks dig it.

Haven't seen the Pheaux since this morning around 2AM, right before I passed out.

I'll be seeing that crazy party beast before too long, I'm sure.

Probably the next time I knock back a few...

Right now I'm sitting around in my tighty blackie boxers eating some pork fried rice.

I feel so lonely.

I feel so lonely.

I feel so lonely, I could die.

You fucks want piccers? I didn't have a camera on me, so here's a couple of before & after shots.

Friday night, freshly-labeled Nemesinthe mini-bottle (for those who ain't in the know, no, I did not create the bottle's contents):

What happened to that bottle?
Did somebody snag it, or do I need to go
rooting through the recycle bin?

I have no idea.

I wish I woulda grabbed it for the archives.

Rimbo this morning, minutes after awakening:

"I understand absinthe makes the tart grow fonder. It is extremely detrimental to the complexion...
I never presented a more debauched appearance than I do this morning."

I Nemesinthe.

In time, I'll add words about the attendees starting with the super-gracious phuk now known as Da Ex Maya not to mention the all too cool Her Peepness.

Too bad I missed the TGIF dance-a-thon.

I've been known to rip it up after a few drinks.

Or at least folks have told me. I can never remember it for some reason...

For those who couldn't make it, here's a quick rundown of the party:

Abby, for reasons beyond her control, had to be completely sober all Saturday. Our deepest condolences...
Crosby disappeared. If anyone has information on his whereabouts, please contact his family or next of kin.
Dinky bought breakfast for all us non-pussies that outlasted the moonlight.
Eric didn't bring his bass so we couldn't jam together.
Peeps made the best potato salad I've ever tasted.
Faux-beaux was shy and quiet, and hence, is now an Admin.
Goose helped keep the testosterone at a non-lethal level.
Green One enlightened us on some interesting legal matters...
Grimmy needed to get his ass here, and didn't. Pussy.
Gullet, besides getting mugged, had the bright idea of yelling out racial slurs in a quite "urban" part of town.
Hiram managed to get into an argument about Alchemy with Kirk, which involved a good 20 minutes of raised-voice ranting on both sides, in which neither person had any differing opinions.
Jack reminded everyone to
Kirk had a good flirt with just about everybody, including our newest muscle-bound Admin. Then we all stuffed our faces with his delicious sausage.
Lars lactated.
Loogie had some fun stories about some trash he picked up in Boston.
The Mayor made sure everyone Backed It Up™
Prol had a nice hat.
Rabbit was pretty cool, when he was conscious.
Rimmy left early with one of the best bottles of booze there. Bastard.
Skeeter got hours upon hours of delight in making the dog chase after imaginary arboreal rodents.
Twolie needs to learn how to do more memorable things when drunk.
Vibe does too.
~Y~ even managed to turn a few heads at the gay bar.

There might have been other people there. You can't expect me to remember everything, right?

And I believe I actually witnessed a visibly drunk AndrewT last night.
Crazy things happen in Alientown.

It should also be noted that we did a bit of checking on real estate. There just may be an official Church of Absinthe at some point in the fairly imaginary future.

Can't you put it someplace that doesn't suck?

Arrived at the mini Mansion Saturday morning at about 12 something or the other.
Pub crawl had been in full E double F E-C-T for a good couple'a hours.
Blew up Peep's, Louchie's, and Abby's cellies to try to locate their whereabouts.
Finally got a hold of Louchie.
"Hey, I just arrived in A-town."
"Who's this?"
"Vibe."
"Who??"
"VIBE."
"WHO!?!?!?"
"It's atomicvibe!"
"I know, I'm just fucking with you. Where are you?"
"At your house."
"Alright...hang tight."
<click>
I was expecting a lounger to come get me.
Oh no.
It was the whole fuckin' group.
And only minutes after talking with Backs.
Awesome.
Then some creepy, old, bald fuck comes rushing up to me.
I stick out my hand for a formal greeting, and he says:
"Fuck that hand xit," and gave me a big 'ol Lounge hug.
Right then and there, I knew I was gonna like this guy.
And I did.
And everyone else I met for the first time.
And I'm not quite positive, but I think I may have ingested some alcohol this weekend.
I may have even gotten inebriated.

AndrewT's middle of the night viola playing by the peat fire was just too cool for words.

AndrewT gotz the skillz.

Yeah, that Andrew T really classed up this hoedown.
I'm glad I finally got to know him by his real name.

I wish I could've kept Bunny Boy.
I'll cherish his permanent silhouette in the grass.

Eric's got a fetching smile on him.
It didn't even fade with the hangover.

County Chocs,
When I xow the uck fup to a WS event, you and I are going to have to grab a saucy, spicy couple'a racks.

Peeps,
I love your laugh.
And you laugh often.
:heart:

And your potato salad...YUMMY!
Thanks for being such a gracious hostess.

Aww, shucks.
I save up all of my LOLs for LFs.

Goddamnit. I missed all the fun. Now I can't make it up to Atown at all nevermind a day lat. My fucking vacation got cancelled.

I have a permant impression of Bunny Boy on my shoulder too.

Friday night is something of a blur. It started and ended with a Carmel Apple Tini scattered with a few beers and Shots, lots of them. Having never before been east of Nebraska, took me a few hours to realize that it's not called Alientown due to the shiny little flashes of different colored lights all about at dusk- They are actually fireflies. OOOhhhhh the pretty, pretty lights.

Y and Abby's boob comparison had many enthralled. TGO mildly frightened from a peek into my brain.

Being dragged off the dance floor by a Neandertal resembling Skeet. Suddenly reduced to a fit of giggles and finding it necessary to lean on the arm dragging me backward..."But baby, you have a better chance with him than I do." responded to by several grunts. Which was made up for by dancing with me several times later.

so many new faces in such a short time. Something about playing pool at Candidas. Wearing Kirks drink on my dress. Snarling at Vibe, see I'm not a lurker.