Closely related to The Funny™ (in fact, its second cousin once removed… from behind the sofa), The Fun is an attribute not often accredited to members of the blogmunity. This is something I would officially like to renounce in pictorial form.
Eleanor, who was in Dijon, but isn't, had a party to celebrate not being there, so it was only natural that it was actually Sarah who invited us over (thanks Sarah!).
Cocktails were imbibed whenever the beer seemed too far away. Mine contained ice cream, while Sam's was furry ("drink it quickly before it sets…"). Sam enjoyed it greatly and spent the rest of the night out of focus and having fun.
Mat decided on growth hormone as his cocktail of choice and is now 12'3" tall.
And then there was Dan. Never in the field of human conflict have so many party poppers been fired at so few people (Sam). In fact our Daniel appears to have got so carried away that he actually fired his left thumb at Sam, inflicting 4 hit points.
There were fireworks too. Then, as I good-heartedly escorted these mild inebriates through the dark streets of downtown Leamington, I was "geeked out to the max with GI Joe". That's what Dan called it anyway.
A real blog social is just around the corner, fear ye not.