Well the weekend is well and truly over and we are only just now getting over our outrageous hangovers incurred at Batcave-a-Palooza. For those of you not in the know, or just weren't invited, we had celebrations at the Crowie to commemorate how outstanding at life we are. This unfortunately resulted in a variety of unfortunate events which will now be elaborated on. On a side note, we would usually get to the bottom of such stories a lot sooner but unfortunately with age comes an inability to handle copious amounts of our own patented drink the "Black Jaffa". Those who know us away from the blogosphere will know that this is the term we use when not intending to start race riots.
Batcave-a-Palooza Round-up
- First of all by the time either of us had even made it back to the cave after destroying opposition in our respective sports, hoodlums had taken over and were sitting on the ottomon and various other places where people would sit, like chairs. They looked glum so we put on a sick playlist and then told them we wouldn't be feeding them, they looked glum again. More people turned up so we decided to go to the crowie. Not before dealing out some Black jaffas to our fans. And that'd where the memories get a little hazy. However this is about the last time one of us seen our keys for a day and a half.
- What kind of night would it be without some City Lemsipper action though. pretty dull. Anyway, thankfully this time he decided to tame down his classic antics and just destroy our drinking utensils.
- The Crowie was alright. the bouncers used their excessive bouncing skills, poor outlook on life and relatively high BMI to make sure that we weren't up to no good. Unfortunately, no good was nearly everyone's middle name. From the Chika who got kicked out because of her elegant stack in between the stage and the speaker, or the Chika who decided to be the first to spew in the Crowie. )Mind you it was in the seedy room that smells like spew, now we know why).
The next day was total death. Like we mean 'Where's the Coolade?" kinda stuff.
Coffee Black and Fringe Monster stayed over for another night. Ate the leftovers and then we had maybe the worst case of fraping on planet Earth. Unless FM is really just into Beastiality, Spanish and reach arounds off college graduates....
A good final celebration was had, and people really appreciated us giving them free drinks. Thanks for everyone that came out to watch Black caviar win with us (Pretty sure we missed that).
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