Giving Up Would Be Too Easy

So Easter rolls around. My mom decorates her table with rabbits and candy and jellybeans and such... here is a shot of Peter.
Blue.

Boxcar Satan has its evening at the good ol Wiggle Room. I good grip of folks showed up...some familiar...some not so. It was nice and warm. I had beer and the best seat in the house next to mi hombre NPD. We came to get down... and we did. They showed Popeye and Superman cartoons till it was showtime. The projector did get a bit warm and decided to skip a bit but nothing to gnar...the show went on...but when it did skip I think you could hear all the teeth in the house clinch. Regardless...I thought the night was a success. If you didn't make it out, then you missed it and it's your own fault. It was free with good folks and good conversations being had...along with the videos mon friar did.In the beginning... There was Brant.

then me on the semi big screen.Here is young Heather (sans towel on her face) and Deathrock Steve.

Then it was off to La Salsas for late night Shenanigans. this young filly popped up out of nowhere. Brant got the digits. Holla atcha boy!