As some of you might know, we had our one year bash this past weekend and for those of you who couldn’t make it, damn, you missed out. The booze flowed, the midgets wrestled, and yes, there was even break dancing. And midget wrestler break dancing. Like I said, if you weren’t there, you missed out.
The night started off with Crutchboy and I arriving just a bit late, perhaps even fashionably, to the party. Having already set up the banner and the table, we arrived just in time for the first drink and to set out some of the swag we’d picked up just for the party. Looking quite fashionable in our “birthday” suits, we opened the night with a couple more drinks when the legendary Timothy Danger showed up to greet us. While Timothy had elected to dress a bit more casual, he completed the core of the Reckon Crew and that’s when the party really got started.
The crowd filtered in as the night went on with our good friends Jay and Holly and our newest friend Ashlee helping to man the swag table while the Reckon Crew mingled with the crowd… or wandered aimlessly after drinking a bit too much tequila. I won’t name any names but that might have just been me doing the tequila thing. Tiffany showed up to represent the lovely Gamettes and promptly put the horns on me. I looked even more smashing sporting the horns but again, that could have just been the tequila. Shortly after her arrival, one of the Micro Wrestling Federation pantomimed performing a lewd act on Tiffany. I laughed.
Photographs were snapped, stories were told, and pool was played as the night wore on. Punk Rock Josh made the trip from Sequin to attend the party as did his lady Brea, who showed up in the nick of time for the champagne toast with our newest shirts. As I poured the champagne, I was pressed into service as the toast master by the rest of the Reckon Crew. I raised my glass and being the wordsmith I am, I concocted a lovely toast right there on the spot. Elegant in its presentation, flowing like music… Actually, I said, “Thanks for coming out, here’s to another year,” and promptly drained my glass of the bubbly. Then we passed out some t-shirts to our guests and I think they made up for the toast, if only just.
The lovely Kari made sure the Reckon Crew made it to the after party which she graciously hosted at her new home. More drinks were consumed as was a rather large quantity of pizza rolls as the night winded down. Still in my suit, I leaned back in a reclining love seat with one thought bouncing through my alcohol drenched mind…
“I hope we have this much fun at our second birthday party.”
Here’s to another year and finding out the ”hard” way.
Gritskrieg – End of Line
