Goochfest 2007?

That was quite the pair of gatherings. With Sarah having reached the venerable age of 21 (herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag, Frau Melse!) and Gooch's sister (Goochette? Little Gooch? We never did think up an appropriately condescending and endearing nickname) visiting for the weekend, it was inevitable that we'd wind up with some sort of hilarious hedonism at the Longhouse, and I sure wasn't disappointed. Never before have political debate, ice cream cake, beer, and penis jokes been so perfectly integrated. We might never live the "open-source boobs" joke down, and the Impossibly Bad Wines collection has a new member (a bottle of Sawmill that we dubbed the "Zinfanhell"), but those were some glorious evenings.