Good times Thursday night for sure!!
I'm just glad I survived the barrage of spit balls flying back and forth between a certain NY contingent. There was only one casualty from spilt beer - poor Farmer Bill was this show's victim but it wasn't at the hand of the usual beer spilling perp, Walt Rapp. Instead he fell victim to Chuck (Alentown) as he hit the ground dodging a volley of said spit balls.
The place was empty by the time myself and Locolawyer left at 10:30 or so.
I'll admit it was hard to get up in the morning but I did manage to beat Mr Muffin to his booth to stake my claim to that Y3 that had my name on it.
Can't wait until October!!
-Greg