Wasshappenin Party Hikers, Bikers, Motorcycle Trikers, Party People, Pimp’s, Playa’s, Hustlers, Freak’s, Geek’s, ‘Round the World Tweek’s, Cultists, Strippers, High class Tippers, Body Rockers, Clock Stoppers, Drinkers, Clinkers, and Beer Keg Shrinkers.
And of course, Gnomes (Nothing rhymes really with gnomes except phones and that don’t make much sense…)
Let a pimp Holla!
Above all else, we would like to thank the Almighty, in all shapes and forms, for blessing us with the perfect storm for 2008. Great people, good times, fantastic staffers, and love all around. May it be as above as it was below with us those fabeled nights. GLORY!
On a slightly, but barely just, mortal tip first and foremost, The Lords of the Bling want to say a huge THANK YOU! To everyone who showed up to the Party at the End of the Universe. You folks rock the House, and your willingness to cross the street to try something bigger and brighter will always be remembered. I think Douglas Adams would have been proud. Next year we are planning on taking the party circuit to a new level YET AGAIN by trying new things and bigger ideas so we can help you have as much fun as possible. These parties are for you, and your fun and enjoyment of what we do is paramount. If there is anything we can do to make it better for you, never be afraid to ask a Director and we’ll see if we can hook you up. “Have fun, and help others have fun”- That is what we do.
We want to give a big shout out to our VIP’s, for without their undying love and support we could not do this. These parties ain’t cheap, and without their help we would not be able to help folks get their shine on.
What can I say about some Cultists that trip the Drink Fantastic? I think that the needless lack of sobriety field testing and consummate brinks of liver failure that was Friday and Saturday night says enough. I’d also like to thank Hot Pants and Trish the Dish for helping us come up with the idea of naming our bar the “Lords of the Bling Body Shot Bar”. I think this is a tradition that needs to be kept going. ;-P
Gnomes.
Gnomes.
Gnomes, gnomes, gnomes.
What in the blue hell left field did they come out of? And what’s with the Fear of a Red Hat theme they’re rollin with? It’s like a new micro brewed midget street gang rolled into Seatac, pimped out a circus tent, and started pushing their liquid red strawberry crack on the corner.
Whatever it was, it worked.
Seriously though, they came out of left field and made our party over the top. They get much love from me and my Boys.
Last, I have to shout out to my boys and family. I know for a fact that I cannot do this without you. I’m just glad that when I tell you my tripped out ideas and grandiose plans that no one laughs me out of the room. I need y’all to make this work and if things go as planned we’ll be doing this part time all the time. Y’all always know that you’ve got my love eternal. This was our fruits of the years of work, grief, bullshit, and hate we had to put up with. We rolled out with a motto of “Have fun, and help others have fun.” And as we have done our best to hold true to that, we will have our part of the New American Dream.
Peace, love, and great parties to all. May you all find your bliss wherever you find it.
~Sean “McBastard” Prather
PS- I only address this because it needs to be said. To all the Haters, Nay-Sayers, and Non-Believers all I need to say is that what we did worked well and we fully plan on doing it again. If you think I'm lookin at you, you're probobally right. 1600 individual wristbands/stamps/counterclicks later we must be doing something right. We know it’s your job to hate, but please know that we are happy and living well. To those who said that no one would cross the street for a party-
See you next year.
