Well hello there. I bet you’re wondering why a Last Crusade blog post would appear in May, so far removed from the long-forgotten days of November. Well, that’s a very long and boring story, so why don’t we discuss the Last Crusade of 2019. A bolder time, long before Miss Rona…
This was an exceptional weekend. And to the great delight of many, not only was this a great party, this might have been the best crusade to date (Take THAT People’s Crusade). Here’s a quick run-down in no particular order of importance:
The Games: There was a game show, drinking games, and a white elephant.
With Um Actually… People were screaming, bells were ringing, and when incorrect statements were heard for a full season after that, it was common to hear someone pop off with “um, actually…” even after we returned to real life (I’m looking at you, Tredder) A good time was had by all and to everyone who won a round, I hope you appreciate the token you won – which was designed by our own Magpie.
The drinking games were happening all around and not just in our patch of the woods. But at this beer pong table PJ showed his stripes as a prime contender. Meanwhile Mr. Mitts lost every single match and ended Saturday night WASTED as a result. Good job.
The White Elephant was a nonstop screaming match – and David Nowlin looked ready to end friendships after losing that pirate decanter to a steal. So, to whomever won that (PJ) I would encourage you to get that man a drink. In the end, the largest gift exchange I have been a part of yet and I was overjoyed to take part. And for god’s sake, next year please steal slightly less from Chase. They guy had his hand on nearly every single gift at one point or another due to the sheer amount of time he got jacked. Okay, maybe do it again, it was funny.
The Amount of friends we had with us was tremendous, more than ever before with Last Crusade with at least 37 people camping along and at least a hundred more swinging by to say hello and drink with us.
But wait, the joy of this weekend does not end here because there are some desperately needed shout outs!
Sarah Davis is hereby the hero the Heirs deserves and I will be speaking with relics to see about putting together a proper prize fitting of this help – her powers of observation did not fail her and she saved dinner by making sure it was put under ice in a timely fashion.
Jenn was the wheels on that drive with Sarah and her car knew the way – going so far as to blast eye of the tiger as soon as the adventure began (good choice).
Peter and Mat both deserve massive praise for their continuous attention to detail and keeping the party going – gents you were incredible.
Aurora was the winner of Um, Actually… and has won Peter’s Definitely Not a Trap Cup. Congratulations Aurora, fill that cup until it runneth over, you earned this.
Every single person, Joe, Adam, PJ (especially PJ), Ryan, EVERYONE who worked the bar – we pulled $183 dollars in donations from our fans and friends (thank you all so much) and floated FIVE of the kegs. Brew Crew, please give us an estimate of how many of the 55 gallons were left at the end of the weekend. I would love to know.
And finally, this: This was the finest weekend I have had the pleasure of attending and it was the best party I have ever been to. If you have anything you want to add, get in the comments and share the love. I, for one, am anxious to hear of more adventures.
DEUS VULT, FRIENDS
Always keep the faith.