As you may remember, we are losing a couple from our ball team to browner pastures, and we are going to have to replace them, because we can’t leave second base wide open, especially when our all-star roamer won’t be around to cover it.
Yes, Dancing Queen and Mr. Man are buggering off to Alberta and it is going to be tough to fill their holes. Not on the field so much as in our hearts, but I guess we don’t really have a choice. We really do have the best ball team in all the land when it comes to having fun and caring about each other. I can’t think of anyone on there that I wouldn’t get out of bed at 3 am to pry off of the van door and then put to bed on the couch with a big puke bucket beside them. Well, in Mr. Man’s case it would be a bowl.
You may recall the ball banquet when our trophy was kidnapped and we were taunted for what seemed like months. Well, we couldn’t let our friends haul their asses across our great nation knowing that the last time they saw our precious E that he was in the clutches of JRoc and her minions. This is why we decided to liberate E from his prison. Sure, it may have been a nice prison to lie low in for a few months, but it was a prison nonetheless.
Hold on. I should probably let you know that this is a story inside a story. You see, the Cats had those two thinking that we were having a little bake sale/going away party for them, and that it was going to get a little hairy so they should ditch the kids for the night. Then a bunch of their friends planned The Top Secret Hoe Down, and we planned on picking them up and transporting them to the town hall for a surprise party, when in fact they thought we were going to Shifter and Slugger’s house.
We got there to pick them up, but had to stall, so then the drinking started.
There was shenanigans as well, but Mr. Man was too busy texting to notice.
There was a moment of clarity during the shenanigans.
And then it began. Mr. Man and Swiper took care of tactical maneuvers, and I, being the only sober one, took care of driving.
This is where they jump into the getaway van, where Dora and I waited patiently in case that dog was out and didn’t like sweet potato jerky.
There was then some gloating.
Damn, that is a nice looking trophy.
Now we told them we were going to stop and take pictures at the sports fields and then the town hall, because that’s where the theft occurred. They thought that was a splendid idea, and we were on our way.
I’m pretty sure that Castleton has the friendliest town hall around. Every time I go there, everyone is happy.
I was parking at this time, and didn’t get to see the way they talked them in to entering the hall, but I did find this video that some drunk person took of when they did get in there. If I knew how to edit, I still would have left it. I’m just lazy and authentic that way.
I’m going to put up the next batch next week, just because there are way too many pics for one sitting. It’s not because I’m swamped or anything.
You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on, leave them burning and then you’re gone,