Outstanding. Now, tell that (hung-over) scuttling Australian tourist creature to scuttle over to your computer and post his own account of the evening…
Lol, well we Brit Bloggers have to keep up the side next time don’t we? Perry get a damn hot tub for next time eh? You would have appreciated the party-goers at the LVG All Hallow’s Party I went to… There were a few vampire chicks making out, natch. A girl who was so nimble as to be scary, lots of outrageous “costumes” (ie barely covering anything), a bloke dressed as Lara Croft (won for best dressed) and a bloke dressed as women who was a better looking woman than half the women there.
Of course, I went as Jake from Escape from New York and spent most of my time talking the guy from the Matrix.
What was more amusing were people who walked past the pub in absolute amazement. Pics will of course follow…where are the ones from your party eh?
This Thurs I have to go to another one…as well as one on Friday. The life of a gothic horror/rock writer can be so tedious at times.
Matt, you also discussed a certain upcoming camping trip we definitely want to be included in. Yes, Jello shots are absolutely lethal!!!
Tim, it was a wonderful pleasure to meet you.
Both of you need costumes though for the next one.
And um Steve dahlink, we are really glad we left we when did hehehe
I continue with my Tim Blair Shadow Tour, drinking alone as I read these accounts, pretending I am having witty conversations with the roving Aussie. He gets the best of me in most of them. If he DOES show up in Minneapolis, I’ll probably pop him one in the mug for that smart remark I pretended he made about my Honda. Smug bastard.
Good grief, one click and both the longlost Roverpundit and that whisky guzzling, beer slurping Collingwood fan are found again.Give them both a couple of aspirins and send them back to their websites to catch up on their postings.
PS feeding an Australian alcohol is like patting a stray puppy, it is almost impossible to get rid of them afterwards.
Famous!
I take it you meant “loved” in a purely emotional sense.
Sounds like a good time was had by all. Remember, for that post-hottub hangover there’s nothing like a road trip to El Tepehuan in Denver.
Outstanding. Now, tell that (hung-over) scuttling Australian tourist creature to scuttle over to your computer and post his own account of the evening…
Lol, well we Brit Bloggers have to keep up the side next time don’t we? Perry get a damn hot tub for next time eh? You would have appreciated the party-goers at the LVG All Hallow’s Party I went to… There were a few vampire chicks making out, natch. A girl who was so nimble as to be scary, lots of outrageous “costumes” (ie barely covering anything), a bloke dressed as Lara Croft (won for best dressed) and a bloke dressed as women who was a better looking woman than half the women there.
Of course, I went as Jake from Escape from New York and spent most of my time talking the guy from the Matrix.
What was more amusing were people who walked past the pub in absolute amazement. Pics will of course follow…where are the ones from your party eh?
This Thurs I have to go to another one…as well as one on Friday. The life of a gothic horror/rock writer can be so tedious at times.
There were Aussies to drink under the table and you didn’t invite me?
Oh, you lucky son of a gun.
I think I’m still hung over. What a party. I seem to remember discussing flaming squirrels, and sober knees, and other things best left unmentioned.
Well, I suppose that I’d better get as much recovery time in as possible before this Saturday. I see a repeat on the horizon.
No Jello shots next time. Those things are friggin’ brutal.
Did he go on and on about how proud he was of his vegan honor student?
Matt, you also discussed a certain upcoming camping trip we definitely want to be included in. Yes, Jello shots are absolutely lethal!!!
Tim, it was a wonderful pleasure to meet you.
Both of you need costumes though for the next one.
And um Steve dahlink, we are really glad we left we when did hehehe
I continue with my Tim Blair Shadow Tour, drinking alone as I read these accounts, pretending I am having witty conversations with the roving Aussie. He gets the best of me in most of them. If he DOES show up in Minneapolis, I’ll probably pop him one in the mug for that smart remark I pretended he made about my Honda. Smug bastard.
Good grief, one click and both the longlost Roverpundit and that whisky guzzling, beer slurping Collingwood fan are found again.Give them both a couple of aspirins and send them back to their websites to catch up on their postings.
PS feeding an Australian alcohol is like patting a stray puppy, it is almost impossible to get rid of them afterwards.
What, and you couldn’t have given me a call?
Sounds like you all had a terrific time.