Success! I’m pretty sure everyone lived through last night’s Shitty O’Kea’s adventure. I’m also pretty sure I owe Chuck about a thousand dollars. Some of the highlights of the event:

• I didn’t hug a single dude. Not one. Oleg was the big hugger last night.
• John Murray admitted to sending the IGH bracelets to me, and is actually going to donate every last penny of the proceeds he earns this year to The Little Heroes Pediatric Foundation “in the name of Isabela Escobar who continues to fight her battle against cancer.” Though I couldn’t convince him to change the slogan to something less stupid, that’s pretty damn cool. Oh, and I think Murray was trying to play matchmaker for everyone, too, which was nice of him.
• TDubbs wanted to beat up some dude in a Lou Brock jersey, but the dude wussed out. Twice.
• I only saw four former students.
• Yellon walked into the bar with (presumably) his wife, so Thrill, Yeti, and TDubbs all yelled “Al” at the top of their lungs. Yellon looked back over his shoulder, and it looked like he said to his wife, “Just keep on walking.” He proceeded to finish a lap around the bar and leave. I guess you could say he was BANNED from Shitty’s.

Pictures of the night are after the break (thanks to Weebs for taking the pictures).






I tried not to get hugged by dudes, but John Murray got me.





Murray bought us a round of shots of something that wasn’t poison.





Yeti and TDubbs act straight.





Yeti comes up for air between drinks.





Smile, Oleg! You’re making friends!





That’s better.





And, we’re full circle. Now Oleg is happy and Murray is pissed.





Nice camera work, Weebs.





Thrillho pleads his case to the Huebiter as Butthead looks on.





Yeti and a bonus hot shot of Huey’s nose.





The Huebiter looks unimpressed.





I assume TDubbs won the Mr. Awesome competition.





TDubbs warns Miss Valerie that there is a small jungle cat on her head.





Oleg grabs my nose for some reason.





Seriously, dude, I can’t breathe.





Murray looks like he’s playing with fire here.





Murray works on Thrillho and Morpheus with Woo-Woo panhandling for drinks in the background. Dolan commented on Woo-Woo, “Do you think he owns actual pants, or is it just the one pair of uniform pants?”





Jon, Miss Valerie, and Morpheus look on as Thrillho dances a jig.





A blurry Thrillho tries not to choke to death.





Can I hide behind this bottle?





I think TDubbs is about to get a man kiss.





That has to be Yeti’s pasty white arm flipping Thrillho and Murray the bird.





TDubbs sticks out his belly button.





There’s something so awesome about this picture. Thrillho looks intense.





Weebs charms one of the six women in the bar.





I don’t know who that chick is, but I hope Murray used the line, “Hey, baby. It’s gonna happen.”





Got dayum, Weebs. When the shit did this happen?





Dave Otto gets a taste of what Gulliver must have felt like.





Everyone cheers as Oleg hooks up.





Dolan, Weebs, Yeti, Dan, me, and John Murray’s friend with the top of Miss Valerie’s head in the foreground.





Based on pictures alone, Huey had the worst night of his life.

Thanks to everyone for coming out last night. It was a hell of a good time. Chuck, let me know how much I owe you.