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So yeah. A really, really quality post-primary weekend, I must say, which incorporated a great many of my favorite things. Major Sebastian Bludd volunteered to take on the responsibilities of military entourage and bodyguard for the duration, and figures prominently into many of the events.

The chronicle of events begins, of course, on thursday evening, with the tale of The 'Buuk and the Manatee. After pregaming at Castle Destro with its lord and the Baroness, then visiting with Darklon and her thugs for a spell, Bludd and I headed to Der Shteelgaarten (mit der Hildegaard) to drink really stiff beverages and shoot pool (badly). At last call, I went to score some last drinks and when I returned, Bludd had somehow struck up a conversation with two females, after whom this story is named. End result? A cutie gets targeted for a rear delivery of Good n' Plenty and a sea cow gets run over by a speedboat.

Friday, the mean hangover dissipates after several hilarious recountings of the previous evening's events and a long drive to Weehawken while listening to every song Beck ever wrote in alphabetical order. The most enlightening part of the weekend then occurred as Bludd and I played chess while I was introduced to Quadrophenia for the first time. Afterwards we watched the shenanigans and genius of John Entwistle and Keith Moon ("...can you get on with it? Can you keep it...keep it together?"). I learned that Moon died of an overdose on the pills he'd been prescribed to defeat his serious alcohol problem.

Then it was Kevner's house party. Here is when things seriously began to spiral out of control. Everything was fine, the gin was flowing and the dancing was improper, until I believed some property stolen and decided to resent all strangers at the party because of it. This earned one poor unsuspecting douche (yes, I was wrong to do what I did to him, but he was still a douche) a face full of hostile Cobra Commander for pandering to an internationalist. Later, I nearly lost it on the entire apathetic staff of a WaWa. Yet, somehow, the night ended disaster-free.

Saturday nicely rounded everything off. Barbecue at Zandar's featuring Basa Nova, and Norlen freaking showed up. Apples to Apples (Brokeback The Vatican) followed by Mario Soccer followed by my introduction to Risk followed by Resident Evil 4 followed by learning how to play Smash Bros (Samus is my girl) sums up what was roughly a 12-hour period of gaming and overall companionship. When the dust settled, it was Bludd and I, too exhausted to sleep and unable to stop laughing at everything. And then Zandar's sister made us french toast.

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