The natives were pretty hardcore, actually.
There were some happy stares as people entered the Prom. I think Noise frightend some folks with his kilt. We certainly got that one bartender bug-eyed...
But our waitress was a CHAMP. I was half way to sticking some candy on her.
Yes, but do you squeak ?
I didn't hear him squeak, but I have this theory that involves people needing to be bitten just a wee bit harder.
wink wink, nudge nudge
I forgot the nipples!
t Hangs head, removes Porny Pants
t Which just makes them Pornier...
t Has re-gained Porny Pants and puts them back on
t Thus, the beauty of Porny Pants
t Bites WindSparrow NICE AND HARD
On the native front, we did find a waiter at the pancake breakfast that should be tracked down and sent the b.org URL with a "One of us, one of us!" subject line.
We certainly got that one bartender bug-eyed...
The male bartenders after the Prom were certainly agog. I caught more than a few dropped jaws, cocked heads and raised eyebrows. 'Twas very funny.
The male bartenders after the Prom were certainly agog. I caught more than a few dropped jaws, cocked heads and raised eyebrows. 'Twas very funny.
I think we've broken just about every bartender we've had at a prom. It's a thing. A funny, funny thing.
I left before the Prom Migration, but passing the natives on the way to and from the bathroom was also entertaining.
Vortex and I noticed a patron at the Great Dane passing by our party room multiple times while smonster was performing her belly dances (beautifully, I might add!!), and he kept on pausing and looking through the half-closed blinds. Other customers there would stop and look at us while passing as well.