Is it truly as awesome as advertised?

Moustache party: Full of ridiculousness, powered by mystery bottles of mead. A smaller party than I was expecting for that house, but enjoyable any way you look at it. Any night I'm posting musical lyrics to Facebook at three in the morning is a good night.

Earlier that night I suffered quite a drubbing with my Bretonnians, and on Saturday I suffered an even worse one! School is back in session, good thing I have several months between now and the next GT. Saturday night was a quiet one.

Sunday: the date. We had appetizers and drinks at the Foundry, then walked around Davis for a bit. I had a decent time, and I'd go fo a second date, but I didn't get a good reading from here. We'll see if she is up for a second date. Tonight's date has cancelled on me. So it goes in the world of Big Game Hunting.

Last nigh's dream was utterly ridiculous, terrifying, and enticing all in one. The downside of it being I was very out of it most of the day. I'm waking up just in time to head home for dinner, SpinJam, and Down With Tempo.