Think I'm kidding? Saturday morning Sam (who had the room next to ours) leaned over the balconey and called down to the parking lot, "V-Man! I got yer monkey, yer laptop, yer cowbell and yer bullwhip in mah room. Come on up and git'em." And that was just the results of the first night of debauchery.
Who was there? In approximate order of appearance:
Acidman, Recondo32 and Georgia
Velociman and the Velocimistress
Ellison and SWMBO
Eric and the charming Fiona
I know the rules -- what happens in Helen stays in Helen. So here's what I can tell you:
- Every one of those fine folks welcomed Buckaroo Bonsai and I with open arms, open hearts and cocktails up the kazoo.
- I haven't laughed as long or as much in I don't know how long.
- There is a way to avoid the hangover from hell from the Chatham Artillery Punch. You take two aspirin (or Tylenol or Advil) and drink two big glasses of water every time you wake up and need to use the facilities during the wee small hours of the morning.
- I got to witness Acidman left speechless. Yep. He nearly dropped his dentures. I didn't think that was possible, but it happened and it was priceless. (I have a witness. Just ask Ellison to confirm.)
- Next time we go, BB and I are going to Tube the Hooch.
- Helen is a lovely town, and you can't go two feet without tripping over fantastic live music, especially during Octoberfest.
- Every blodger there ate at The Troll at one point or another during the weekend. Luscious irony. Great food.
- Almost every restaurant in the place has a German theme, and the waitresses are dressed in dirndls. It's mightly bizarre to have a blonde-haired cutie in one of those get-ups approach your table and say, "Hah. Whut can Ah brang y'all?" Truly a spit-take moment.
- Buckaroo Bonsai revealed to me that he owns a set of these, hand-me-downs from his stepdad. I'm making him bring them next year.
- Moogie and I are so much alike it's downright frightening. She'll be moving up the blogroll into the "family" column.
- Elvis threw beads at me, and I didn't even have to show him my breasts.
Now, wasn't that a party?