Here's the gist:
July 5, der Cros xows up
(thank your god I got to
spend time w/him before
As the Lounge Turns went
off.

He leaves the morning of the
8th, Peeps arrives.

14th, Phucks in Atown
commences.

15th, bar crawl grinds to a
halt @ 1 bar when I see
about 11.47 minutes into it
that we aren't leavin' for
quite some time.
2 gay bars later, we get back
to the MM and the squeezin's
get squoozed.

16th, xit goes off, including
the emergence of Bater from
the Big Ass Red Box 5 hours
early. Then more xit goes off.
Then more. The Mayors leave
to drink beer and grab
PheauxBeaux.

17th, flights delayed, concert
of ghosts, more beer, more
rain.

18th, things finally thin out a
bit, I crash and burn. Hard.

19th, Dorney Park and
many coaster rides.

20th, Yuengling and Pa. Dutch
country bars, 'cept the last one,
which was a coke bar in the
country.

10:20pm, Tea Bag, Peeps,
Loogie and me.

T-Bag, Loogie, don't you two have homes?

er, wait... Loogie, don't you have a home? T 'Life of Leisure' Bag's got a C-Class, and a trust fund.

5:13am.
1 last gulp.
Sleep?
Work? Gotta call.
Rest of the MM fast
asleep for hours.
Haven't heard the
Wonder Dog yip in
ages, even.

I didn't know Asta made sounds.

I never heard Wonder Dog peep, bark, yip... nothing.

As Rabbit put it, 'the most laid back motherfucker I've ever met to have 30 drunk asses come over and have Asta just look up and say 'hey guys. Try not to pass out on me... and I left some turds over there, so you may want to not pass out that a-way.'

I actually don't have a home. I just roam the country solving problems with nothing but kung-fu.

I'm glad Loogie and the Bag stayed.
An empty house after that delicious mess
would have been a hard crash.

Agreed...