When degenerate gambling blogging alcoholics kneel to pray, they turn their faces in the direction of Malvern, PA and Flanigan's Boathouse. I survived the Bash at the Boathouse 7, no thanks to the fine folks at Yuengling and Delta Airlines, the latter of which went 4 for 4 on delayed flights, including a sick three hours spent on the tarmac at Philly International on the way home, pinned next to an old guy with pointy elbows and a Suduko fetish.
Words are never adequate after these events. So I have pictures. It was awesome to see everyone, great to meet a new group of folks, fantastic to have my Main Man Primetime make the trek from New England to experience what these things are all about and a sincere pleasure to know and be able to be in the company of the charitible people who made it all possible. So thanks to Al (and Eva and Big Mike), Mr. Bracelet and Gavin for giving us all an excuse to abuse ourselves and still manage to feel good about it in the morning.
Details forthcoming. I think.