6:30 p.m., Sunday
Hockey results:
Revolution (including Kegtacular attendees Mr. and Mrs. Harrible, Krazy Kevin, Scoops, CCB and me): 1
Opponents: 3

"The sun seems way too high for 6:30 p.m.," CCB tells me on the way to post-hockey dinner.
"Did we party ourselves back in time?" I ask.
"I think the sun's just behind because it stopped by the party last night to see what we were doing."


So yes, another Kegtacular has come and gone, leaving in its wake laughter, exhaustion and a mysterious sticky spot in the middle of the living room.

As with all good parties, there's no real clear narrative to it, just a meandering, manic evening with a few dozen folks, three and  a half gallons of butter brickle ice cream, four bacon/bourbon/pecan pies, two Slip 'n Slides and a keg. (Plus six overnight guests, three abandoned shoes, and somebody left their socks in the sink. Just FYI.)

Best of all, my sisters got to experience the madness firsthand. And while the pictures don't tell the whole story, they're at least a decent overview.

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Thing 1 and Thing 2 try out the plate-breaking station.

I get position on Thing 2 during a Slip 'n Slide drag race.

Thing 2 and Thing 1 in a twins grudge match.


Krazy Kevin gets some help from Mr. Harrible for Slip 'n Slide optimization...


...and still fails to make it all the way to the end.


Slip 'n Slide siblings (and Mr. Harrible)

The Aftermath

A photographic interpretation of CCB's next-day recovery.