Bash at the Boathouse 7

DJ Vudu, drunken hippy, DJ ScubaSteve

It's going to be practically impossible to describe what occurred this weekend. Mostly because there are huge chunks that just aren't there. Untold numbers of Soco were consumed along with kegs and kegs of beer. Sitting at the bar Sunday afternoon (yeah, hungover as a mofo, I still hit the bar for noon football although I didn't last past the second game) I was forced to recall my eating habits over the last 48 hours.

Friday - for the entire day, all I had to eat was half of a French Dip sandwich. Nothing else. Started at the bar around 3pm, finished up at the hotel sometime in the wee hours of the morning after playing poker.

Saturday - one buffalo wing. Not one ORDER of buffalo wings. One SOLITARY wing. That was it. As I was walking past the table I grabbed one. That was around 3:30pm. I was at the bar from noon until 4am. Probably should have been dead at that point. 16 solid hours of drinking, one friggin' buffalo wing.

Highlights...

- Friday night Gavin turned to me and said something along the lines that I am some kind of drinking maniac. That was before Brandon, Falstaff, and I finished off the half gallon of soco.

- Gavin also said that BigMike might be one of the coolest guys he's ever met. Anyone who knows BigMike would agree.

- I was well on my way to a final table appearance in the Friday night blogger tourney until Gavin busted out. He then bought my stack which I promptly lemured away at the mix game. Damned pot limit bullshit.

- "I'm mostly drunk, mostly colorblind, and don't know what color chips are what denominations. I'm just going to fold or pot it for the rest of the time. That ok?" - Drunken lemur PLO8 anti-specialist. That's me if you're wondering.

- The shuttle between the hotels and bar ruled. I hope a couple people tipped poor Ryan because he earned his money. I'm starting to hear some stories about "fireman carries" and "who's that passed out in the van?".

- I lost the first prop bet on Friday afternoon to JoeSpeaker when I incorrectly bet that Seattle was longer distance to Philly than Los Angeles. According the AndyBoathouse, LA is 15 miles further than Seattle. Had a chosen Speaker's exact airport location, Ontario, CA, I would have won.

- CJ aka Luckbox won the charity tournament going head's up against Falstaff. Jim from Riverchasers did a great job dealing and getting us a bunch of swag to give way. That's including the poker chips and full table we were playing on.

- After the charity tourney, Gavin challenged anyone to play head's up, $100, for charity. Veneno has another head's up scalp when she took him down during the last match.

- I temporarily flagged myself at 8pm. Realized I hadn't eaten and still had another 6 to 8 hours of solid drinking. That lasted about 15 minutes before Brandon wanted to do a shot. That's why I only flagged myself at one bar. That left me the option of still drinking at the other way. SMRT

- My officemate Lou won the beer pong tourney by taking down Brandon and BadBlood.

- I think it was a unanimous decision amongst the bloggers. TripJax won this year's Drunken Lewey Award taking it away from last year's winner, F-Train. Two straight nights. Impressive.

- The sorority girls showed up with the posse. 10 minutes they were running out of there like the scared little school girls they were. Oh well.

- Things start to get a little bit fuzzy around the edges. Boobs were flying around all over the place. That reminds me that I neglected to mention that within 5 minutes of busting out the Mardi Gras beads, AuntieMaudie and Gracie had already "earned" their pair with a pair.

- So far I have received three emails from friends pleading with me to avoid having any bloggers post their topless pictures. So I'm pleading to the bloggers with cameras, if you have any such pictures, send them to me first. Not that you can't post them, I just want the blackmail evidence and post them also. Email away

Finally, it will be impossible for me to list everyone who came out without missing someone along the way, so I'm just going to send out one big huge mother fucking thank you to everyone who made the trip to this tiny little corporate town for some ridiculous drunken debauchery. This party wouldn't be nearly as much fun without my friends who went out of the way to drive many hours or battle moronic airport personnel just to hang out at our little party and drink for a couple of good caused.

You, my friends, are what makes the Bash cool. Who knows.... maybe this wasn't actually the last one.

Cheers and I'll be back with more.

Update: Pictures are starting to get posted. So far only a few embarrassing ones of me.

F-Train's pics
Hubukai's pics