|This time we were in the middle, so|
we weren't the loud kids.
We hit up the shuttle early the next morning to catch the first bout. Nothing had caught fire or exploded in the night, and the quilt was still up. Other than a few empty soda cans on the table housing my flyers (classy!) the quilt area was unmolested. Thank goodness, because taking it down and putting it up every day would have killed me.
|Not pictured, me wondering when|
the heck I was going to go to the
bathroom, because OMG derby!
|Not pictured: people not |
just waiting for their
friends to come back
with their beer.
|Not my photo. I shamelessly clipped|
this from Busy Burger's Yelp page.
Don't judge me.
|Section 113 represent.|
There ain't no party like
our announcers' dance
|Not pictured: other group|
names such as "Moo Bitch!
"Roller derby rocks!"
and "Monkey Bean"
I'm told that the hotel was absolutely crazypants with celebrating derby people for much of the night, but I can't report on what I slept through. More on the last day soon, as this is becoming more novel than blog post. Sometimes I forget that teh intarnets are supposed to be all about speed and such.