Keg King And El Jimador On The Deck

After the very successful Oppikoppi trip we were left with a 30 litre keg from Keg King and 5 x bottles of El Jimador tequila. Obviously it would have been very rude of us to not finish off the sponsors booze within a week of the fest, so I threw a Lord Of The Flies titled Kill The Keggy drinks fest at The Deck. It was very successful.

Short story and pics after the jump.

The Presenter and I kicked off the morning with breakfast at The Old Biscuit Mill – we nailed the hash brown eggs Benedict meal of heavenly goodness and a few & Union beers, before arriving to an already primed-to-drink crowd at The Deck just after 11am.

It took us two minutes to hook of the Keg King unit, gas it up and fill it with ice. The tequila was already in the deepfreeze so it would be good to go when needed…which was about noon – perfectly acceptable on a Saturday.

Needless to say things escalated quickly and before lunch we had nailed two bottles of tequila and about two thirds of the keg. Alcohol, sun and the good vibes were having a very positive effect on our lives. This was made abundantly clear by the amount of ‘afternoon sleeps’ the board members and neighbours enjoyed with their partners over the course of the afternoon.

Amy ‘Possum’ Jones hit us with two loaves of her oven bread that can in no amount of words be described, it has to be experienced. It’s truly life changing, and apparently very easy to make. That was our only lunch and plans of a braai, or actually eating anything solid, went out the window in favour of more tequila and beer. The Guitarist was the main instigator and in between gulps out of the bottle he forced it upon anyone within range. This often resulted in us having two or three shots in a row.

By 4pm the troops were decidedly under the influence and a few were starting to fall victim to the endless flow of alcohol and lack of food. The girls were the first to disappear, seeking refuge from the onslaught in which ever rooms they could find. Us boys, not wanting to let the drinking gods down or waste such a lovely day on The Deck, pushed through, charging ever forward against the battery of booze toward our end goal of utter inebriation.

We reached it at about 5. Well, the others did, I am always composed and in control no matter my level of intoxication. Stormin was ridiculous. He danced the day away, flinging beer out of his pint glass and hugging anything with a heartbeat (before later switching moods for an hour or so to that of a murderous pirate wanting his OWN house and bed). Winky and Mikey P also powered through and The Guitarist joined us in the evening after a power nap. The neighbours had long since left and The Presenter power napped for most of the early evening.

By 7pm we were done and nestled into the couches watching DVDs. A soft ending to a hard day.