The Official Drinking MAn Post Mortem Thread

[NYDingbat]

Yes, the MA is intentional - what with it being in MA and all. See what I did there? Clever dick!

For those who have DEMANDED ANSWERS AS TO WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON UP THERE??? Here is your go to thread. Those of us in attendance will post about great friendships made and cemented, monumental drinking prowess, the generosity of our intrepid host, Slushfund and tales rife with debauchery and half-truths.

Have at it Drinking Man attendees and inquisitors!

[IrishForYou'reFucked]

And Hank, who made it a weekend to remember! Sláinte!

[Veen]

Indeed to him. I do have some pictures I took but I just got off the plane and back home an hour ago, so that will have to wait. Events of note I remember from the last few days:

-Having the sounds of Queen permanently burned into my brain by the time I left

-Trying pickled eggs for the first time and finding out "Hey, this is actually really good!"

-Seeing not one, but TWO stores on the same road selling cheesy stereotypically Indian tourist trinkets

-Dislocating my finger TWICE in the most anticlimactic sparring match in history

-Getting stopped by TSA for extra screening while so ridiculously hungover that it took me 5 minutes to prep my luggage and clothes and shoes and stuff for the machine and I'm trying to explain I'm sweating and shaking like this because I'm coming off a four day binge and all I want in life right now is to go to that airport bar that's LIKE TWENTY FEET AWAY YOU DOLTS IM NO TERRORIST JUST LET ME GO!

So yes, thank you very much to Slushfund for providing the place, definitely Hank for providing some awesome meals (at his insistence even though I didn't want to impose) and to IrishForYou'reFucked for by far the shortest sparring I've ever participated in and making sure I found my way to Logan so I could catch my flight back on time. Also the lighter, even though swiping that totally wasn't intentional.

[NYDingbat]

Anybody else have Queen's "Don't Stop Me" on a continuous loop in their head since ya got back?

[IrishForYou'reFucked]

A Priest and a Mick are the first to wade into Drinking MAn 2014.

Lets leave it at this:
They start the the party on day one, walk off with top shelf booze (that winds up at their home bar) on day two, and at least one of them was present (ah, double entrandes) throughout the weekend.
A Priest and a Mick: insert joke here

[BeerMakesMeSmart]

There were many shadowy figures there.

[BeerMakesMeSmart]

And forget cats and dogs, mortal enemies got along (which seems to happen at these events)

[BeerMakesMeSmart]

Also, I saw a priest take two, TWO, Oggar headbutts. I repeat, TWO!

I couldn't be happier that I went. Of course none of this would have been possible without Slushfund. I can't thank him enough. Not just this time but for last time, too.

And Hank was great. Great food and great stories. He put up with our hung over asses in the morning and our shitfaced asses at night.

Thank you all for a great time.

[BeerMakesMeSmart]

As Oggar said, we roadhoused the shit out of that motherfucker. ROADHOUSE!

[Oggar]

God damn right we did.

[NYDingbat]

Slushfund, an unbelievably generous host, who if connected to an EKG would cause medical professionals to yell "CODE!", online friendships, already solid, cemented in person; enemieships dissolved, a finger broken when an IT guy Veen takes on a Paratrooper It'sIrishForYou'reScrewed, skulls bruised - okay, my skull, because, apparently I fell, or something, did definitely NOT head butt Oggar - we left that to the 150 lb Priest. He did it. Twice. And still stood and managed to pilfer one of the bottles of Four Roses I brought to the party (the Paratrooper being an accomplice), Hank's psychic knowledge that we needed bacon at all times, jonnyswagger and the fellas provided great music, rivaled only by our spontaneous Queen song outbursts; meandering, meaningful conversation at a picnic table at 4 a.m.; SNAKES IN A MOTHER FUCKIN' POOL!!!; toasting compatriots who could not attend due either to life's circumstances or passing on to the next life; locals who bravely waded into our choppy MDM waters; this and more was Drinking MAn!

More to come as the memories return...

If the memories return...