KTB: Photos: Loreley Beer Tasting

Typing feels like my fingers are being pricked with needles. Left is right and up is down. I have no sense of direction. Sleeping is no longer possible. The spins have set in. I am spiraling.

A brief recap of the beer tasting -
Mr. Poo used dinner plates as if they were bar coasters. Relics of what were once Loreley's finest dinnerware littered the garden around our table.
Mini was back in old-skool form. His first victim was a fine looking dancer. His last victim was a life-size metal waiter used to keep the front door open.
Izzy didn't smile once.
Jaegermeister flowed like the Danube.
Karsten (the genius behind rustypenny.com) shanked me, Izzy, a waitress, 2 female passerbys and the table repeatedly.
Mr. Poo created the shank for Karsten after defiling the silverware provided.
If Tabby was there, he would have been punched in the face. Again.
If Pigger was there, he would have been kicked in the balls. Again.
Sweet-P was relatively well behaved. Surprisingly.
The rest is a blur.

I'm probably missing alot. But that's what happens when daylight causes actual physical pain.

I'm sorry to say but I don't think we're ever welcome back to this wonderful restuarant.