Unfortunately the weather was a little varied scaring a few people off and giving us a little shower half way through the party, not enough to dampen our spirits but enough to lube up the “Dance Floor of Trust” for some boot scootin action.
I’ve gotta start out with a huge thanks to Buggy for bustin his hump and drinking beer with me the day and morning before getting the pit ready, the bench seats, decorations, bar, fridge, new painting and “Dance Floor of Trust” really set a new standard for pit parties and there is no way I could have got half of it done without his help. Also gotta thank Zetty, my family and friends that chipped in to get the food, suits and finishing touches together.
The party got off to a nice slow start, simmering away with the beers and spit roast sliding down nicely, it really started to get underway just after dark.
The photos indicate that I propped myself behind the bar most of the night double fisting beer and punch into my head whilst wailing away with a pair of maracas, the finer details of the night elude me but I recall a fair bit of dancing and cheering… oh and the punch getting well and truly out of control.
At one point there was a mix going around with a layer of (spew like) finely chopped peach bits (pip and all). The standard reaction to this mix was violently spitting it on the ground, looking at the glass with puzzlement and asking “what the !@#$ is that!”.
God only knows what actually ended up in the final mix but it had a lot of Vodka and some Gin, Scotch, Bourbon, Espresso Coffee, Juice, Peach, Redbull, V, sparkling red wine and anything else sitting on the bar adding with a fist pounding long pour!
The dancing and drinking continued into the wee hours, the biggest efforts of the night were Daz, Morey and Lisa who watched the sun rise. They backed this up with a huge recovery session the next day which got looser than the actual party… but that’s another story.
To repeat the only line from my completly none existant speach, thanks to all our many and varied friends!