GWAR Concert

It was quite a wedding weekend. Thrills, spills, and pills. My foreign contingent started rolling into town at about 5pm on Thursday. So numbah one soul brotha Keith and I picked up Brother Scotty at Reagan National, then the three of us holed up at the sushi joint (pictured right) in the main concourse to await Pam the Asian Space Cadet. We ate sushi, and got loaded. We were gonna get even more loaded with Pam, but she was trashed when she got off the plane. Good girl, Pam.

Once the team was assembled, we jumped across town to the 9:30 Club, and a GWAR show. Which was PRETTY FUCKING AWESOME - a GWAR show four days before my wedding? That's a blessing from the Metal Gods, no doubt about it.

One of my pals from work, Paul, had the good taste and sheer brass balls to put in an appearance at the show. It may not look like it, but that is, in fact Paul over there. The show itself was great. I got up on the rail for most of it, and the pit for most of the rest. Like being 16 again. I can't believe these guys are still around, and that they are still this much fun to go see live.

They killed a dinosaur.

They killed a terrorist.

A guy got in the pit and crowd surfed in a chicken suit.

It stained my face black.

And Scotty broke his foot in the pit.

So we went home to my place, attempted to clean some of the GWAR spew off ourselves, and continued to drink (for medicinal purposes, you understand - I had a bruise on my hip bigger than your head) until about 3:30 in the morning.

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