For those of you wondering about the cast of reprobates that might have shown up for Drakemas last week, I have some mug shots after the jump.
While I survived the night without significant hangover, despite some truly heroic interactions with the Master Of The Hunt, not everyone was so lucky: Birthday Boy appears to have lost several hours of his night. (On the plus side, he woke beside the right person, and as far as we can tell the blood on his coat came from someone else.)
The Rogue’s Gallery
Let’s start with Dirty. He likes his beer, and has been known to say things like “I am a redneck, and I own guns”.
Here’s Alex (a.k.a. ‘Hamilton Jimmy’), displaying his amazing digital dexterity. Yes, he was that drunk.
Nelly illustrates his point that “If it doesn’t hurt, you aren’t singing it with enough feeling”.
Here we see Queenie S-Bone showing the “these drinks do not numb my pain” expression.
Here’s Smiley, drunk enough to come across as One-Eyed Willie, approximately 7 hours before he is due to present a paper on “the plasticity of inhibitor neurons” (or some similar medi-jargon) to a panel of judges. Despite all reasonable expectations this photo might engender, he apparently did quite well.
In the background you can see that Neil is almost in enough pain to really sing it.
Apparently Dirty’s eyes are always closed, and Alex’s hands are stuck like that.
Here we see Jen, the source of decadence, and Rich modelling the missing purse. In the background you can also see some of Drake’s other less roguish friends.
Don’t ask why Drake himself doesn’t appear in the pictures; what happens in the Seahorse stays in the Seahorse.
