11/28/09

Some hours of windy Brumfis Boot.

Raph, Walt, Dono, Frenchy, Jaeger, MJ, Jake the Jake, me.

(Crash didn't play. Neither did Mellen nor Jamie Rose. That didn't stop me from blading a disc at the latter. It was surprising that J didn't D that one. Fortunately, he's not the brains of the operation. Disaster was averted prior to her mother sitting on her. No no, on purpose.)

A descendent of Team Uber ruled the day.
Including a fitting throwbacktheclock end.

Stone Sublimely Self-Righteous Ale: Tasty.