‘Twas the night known as Postmas, when @ teh langpad we were all getting drunk
Many a geek were stirring, most notably the monks.
Ei yi yi.
If my feable attempt at poetry is any indication of the rambunctious hungover I’ve got from what was T3h Langpad Postmas Party, then you have an idea of just how fabsmackulous the real thing was.
Props to my PiC for cooking an all-star turkey dinner prior to the revelry as well as making my first holiday-away-from-home so memorable… And to my overly affectionate roommate for his last minute booze smuggling and of course, to the Brat Pack 2.0 for showing up. My dad always said that was the 9/10s the secret to success.
Cha cha cha, all in all a tremendous, romping, scandalous time… I can only hope that Eddie, Irina and Jennifer are able to whittle that footage into something that … uhm … my mom might be able to watch (please?)!
Factory Joe 