Dude. There will be NO TRASHING.

Right. It wasn't that kind of trashed, just, needed a trash bag brigade and a sponge on that last day. During the length of the weekend, there tended to be random crap left around -- I think it became the de facto doodad exchange, as well as a lost and found -- but there were no raw fish, goats, or flames.

I have photos of the trash bag brigade, actually. We were pretty impressed with our mad housecleaning skillz.

We should also figure out whether we'd like to start the evening out with a bar near the pool, and then move it indoors, or whether we just want to be indoors the whole time.

I vote out.

There will be NO TRASHING. Not unless you're bringing a rock star as a date and in that case, we'll hand him over to the concierge to deal with.

::crosses off Invite Iron Maiden for Maidengurl from To Do list::

::crosses off Invite Iron Maiden for Maidengurl from To Do list::

Hey now, they might behave themselves...let's not be hasty.

We should also figure out whether we'd like to start the evening out with a bar near the pool, and then move it indoors,

I like this.

I just meant messy. Not Led Zeppelin.

Two words: Keith. Moon.

When "trashed" equals "flamethrower". Or, put another way:

Keith Moon: He put the "ash" back in "trashed"

My favorite Keith wrecking story is definitely the birthday that included him (a) slipping on marzipan and knocking out a front tooth and (b) driving a car into a pool.

slipping on marzipan and knocking out a front tooth

That's a really embarassing way to lose a tooth. You'd think he'd lie about it. ("Oh, this? Bar fight. Yeah, had a barstool broken across my face. Pisser, innit?")

I wonder if the marzipan was on a pie plate?

Keith wouldn't have bothered to lie, believe me. Would have been quite matter-of-fact about it, and surprised if anyone thought he ought to be embarassed. He didn't embarass easily.