Here's my banner, because I was there. I had heard things about this so called "Genuine Bash", and of course, I had to see for myself.

It was definitely time well spent, as I enjoyed the splending company of many female bloggers. The people I met were wonderful, I'm keeping in touch with several of them via their blogs and email, and I'm definitely looking forward to the next bash.

Did I get bashed? No. I kept myself in check, after all, it was my first time, and I thought I should therefore be on my best behaviour. Yes, I exherted composure.

Our host for the evening, however... well, it was his bash, what can I say? Or like one of the gals put it "It's his party, and he can do what he wants to." And he did. Yes, he was done in, if I recall correctly, shortly after 11pm.

But don't take my word for it, see for yourself! [click on image below]

I'll entertain the idea that this continued well into the early hours of the morning, long after Mrs. G's efforts to nudge him awake proved unsuccessfull, as I signed off at 2:10am. (Images to support these statements exist; last image recorded at 2:08am.) Being the honest person that I am, I informed Genuine that I had, in my possesion, proof of how wasted he was. I even provided him with the photos, but not before letting him know I retain copies... a caveat to the blogger, if you will. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm saving for a rainy day.

*Note: Copies have been forwarded to Rae, in the event I'm suddenly and inexplicably met with an ill fate.