Well, since no one has really said much, I will give my short rendition of the weekend. I think Kyla has the official notes. 
Note: * Alcohol severly degrades the quality of the magical memory cells. This is posted in as much as I can recall and reconstruct from my damaged brain.*
psy and I got to SLO Friday afternoon and met SlackerGirl at the Madonna Inn. She had come down with Thinksnow and kyla a bit earlier and met up with Pat, boli and Doob. SG, psy and I got in the room first and opened all the closets and drawers, looking for drugs. The others had gone on a mission of great import: Alcohol. There were no drugs to be found, but the room was freaking awesome. I’ll post some pics later tonight but let me just say, this fest just wouldn’t have been the same without it. Mad props to SG for setting that up. The beer-runners returned soon and the bar was set up and the drinking commenced. Snooooopy followed soon after, then ** Kyla** showed up. Next to show were Jack Batty and Woodstockbirdybird. Later, SeaDiver and Valerieblaise made it.
The 14 of us drank massive quantities of beer, liquor, Drano…whatever we could get our hands on. Pat segregated M&Ms. We went out to eat at the SLOBrew microbrewery and came back and drank like madmen all night. We got a bit loud, so we moved the party out into the parking lot, where much singing and laughter ensued. boli and I treated everyone to a rendition of “Santeria” and we all sang the theme song to The Facts of Life and a few others. Woody knows his beer. boli was more enchanting than ever. She knows all about “weergins” and 80’s stuff. Sea was sweet, sensitive and the girliest girl of girlyville. Doob kept saying, “Dude, this is the best I’ve ever felt!” I don’t remember much after that, but around 3am psy and I took off for our hotel, even though the partying lasted a few more hours. Basically, think of a bunch of people doing the old, “I LOVE you, MAN!” thing.
The next morning, we got up super-early. Around 11:30 or so. We called the Pick & Shovel room and no one was there, not even Debrah. As we were going to go to breakfast, Shayna, Mauvaise, Mercutio, Strainger and Scotti showed up at our hotel. Strainger called the others on his cell and we hooked up for breakfast. Shayna made the grave mistake of asking the waitress whether they served Pepsi or Coke. The nerve of some people, I swear. We all headed back to the Madonna and partied it up for a while waiting for the others to show.
As the day wore on, and the alcohol flowed freely, zyzzyva, Rasa and Virtee showed up. Rasadasa and Virtee are cute as hell together, even though I’m pretty jealous of Rasa. When you see the pics of Virtee, you’ll understand. Wowza. The Queen of Smoking, Valerie, brought a throne outside the door and christened it the official smoker spot. She stayed in her jimmies until 4:59. Around 5 we headed to the restauraunt where we met up with obfusciatrist, Monster104, PurdWerfect, Domina, Wevets and…and, well, I hope I’m not forgetting anyone. The restaurant was perfect. The waitstaff was fast, friendly and efficient, the patio was gorgeous and the food was excellent. More mad props out to Doob and Pat for setting this whole thing up. Might I recommend the fish tacos? We all ate, talked and took pictures of each other and Monster jazzed on me more than once. Domina is a hottie to be reckoned with, only in a sophisticated way, with a sexy, raspy deep voice and… I’ll say no more on that. Merc is a riot. I still can’t believe he’s only ten years old! Purd is a gentleman and a scholar and I want to take kyla’s dad to bed someday. I, personally, missed out on Wevets, but he was very polite and funny from what I saw. I think it was Rasa who supplied the nametag and Pat passed everyone notes. Luckily the teacher didn’t read them in front of the class.
After dinner we all headed back to the Madonna and got drunk and…LOUD. Snoop died on the red couch and obfus tried to teabag him. Scotti showed her true self and tried to convince us that she had the capability to get mad. She was not convincing. She hugged me BUNCHES and not you, so nanny-nanny boo boo! ts cooled off his nuts on the metal bar-stool. Shayna got voted best laugh. We were loud. So loud, in fact, that the police were called and security told us to leave. This was shortly after Jack took his pants off and danced on the coffee table for a dollar. I’d like to interject here that Slacker is a saint, the way she dealt with all that. Even up to the end she was very polite. I would have kicked all of our asses! Anyway, thanks again for handling that with patience and class. The Madonna was the best! Most of the group headed over to the bar at the Madonna where we sat in big, funky, red chairs and sipped drinks like civilized people. All good things must come to an end and sadly, closing time came. We lost about half the group around 2 am. Then the fun started.
O M G!
We couldn’t figure out what to do, so we drank in the parking lot for a while. Jack’s pint glass is still in the back of my truck. Scotti hugged me bunches even more! (aww yeah). We headed downtown and found a dance club. Head count: psy, boli, Doob, Pat, Jack, obfus, kyla, Strainger, Sea and I were present. Sea treated us to shots and most of us shook our bon-bons for an hour or so. I was one sweaty bastard by the time we were done, so I had to drink some beer. You know how much I hate beer. After we closed that place down, we drank in the parking lot some more and then headed to the beach. It was fricking cold, so we all huddled on a blanket and cuddled and drank beer. Some girl with an English accent came over asking if anyone knew how to use a “zip”. psy, recalling her days in the barrio, fighting with the stinkin’ PRs automatically ducked, think she meant a “zip” gun. Strainger managed to grab Jack, Pat and my asses all at the same time but, boy, were his hands warm. It felt good. The police came to arrest us for drinking on the beach but he was so enchanted with us, even after Jack tried to hide his beer, that all he did was dump our beer and warn us. What a saint! Listen to this part: Fucking obfus took his shoes and shirt off and went swimming in the freezing cold, riptide-infested water!!! He is way more of a man than all of the other men on this board combined, I swear. Fearing hypothermia and lacking beer, we headed back to psy and my room and cuddled on our bed. I’d just like to say that Strainger is now the official Straight Dope Playah! He rules! All single men, everywhere, should look up to this guy. After everyone got sand in our bed, and I tried to teabag Jack, we headed back to the Madonna to drop everyone off. The partying went on well into the evening, but psy and I did not partake. We are wussies.
One more round of IHOP and the weekend was over, more’s the pity. I had the most amazing time and I love you all. Except for Doob, because he is a gay sinner and a lush. I want to do it all over again and it sucks being home now. I miss you guys. Let’s do it again….soon!
Pictures coming soon…… Mom is calling me to dinner.
