Bashed
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.
posted by Joe Speaker @ 1:41 PM
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5 Comments:
Very nice to meet ya', Mr. Speaker.
And the award for Best Opening Sentence In A Blog EVER goes to... (rips envelope open) MR. JOE SPEAKER!!!!!!!!
(crowd goes wild)
I do believe it's illegal in 5 states and 3 provinces to have THAT much fun.
BTW, you still haven't explained what half a tattoo looks like.
I usually never have anything to offer here other than exhortations of violence and revenge, but this time I must join the gushers. True it was a long drive, but well worth it to meet your cool new friends- especially after the constitutional with Derek Jeter and Jason Spaceman. After that, I hadn't a care in the world. Thanks Pauly!
p.s. WAWA rules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I agree Kat...plus he employs the ever-witty internal rhyme scheme. Full bonus points.
It was great to meet you, Speaker!
Thanks for making the trip!
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