Surprise, surprise... I managed to crash the 'Bash after all. This was thanks to my friend the Magpie, who treated me to a much needed break from the last few months stress fest for a little fun in the sun. While not as highly attended this year as last, the 'Bash remained the best Psychobilly Tail-Gate Party in the South (and therefore, most likely, the world). The whole shebang took place over at the Starlite 6 Drive-In (a living shrine to the almost extinct mating rituals of the Atomic Age American) and served as a glorious celebration of fast cars, faster guitars, old monster movies and the fine art of getting properly white-trashed. If Dragon*Con is a geek flavored revelry of the dying of the Summer Sun, MonsterBash is its revved hot rod invocation.
Anyway, some pix...













... the rest of my Flickr set here
Anyway, some pix...













... the rest of my Flickr set here