By The Numbers - Horror Hound Weekend

This weekend was a lot of things, and most have them have been said in Eric and Casey's blogs, so I decided to do a comprehensive breakdown of just what Horror Hound meant to me from a numerical standpoint. Keep in mind, these are approximations with an over/under of 6 or so beers.

Friday, March 28th

5 - The hour at which I awoke to turn over the new site.
0 - The number of delays I had on the way to Indy (this becomes important later).
1 - The number of times I nearly shit my pants when Casey, clad in a pink shirt, snuck up on me in the airport.
6 - My approximate arrival time at the convention.
7 - My approximate beer-drinking kickoff
4 - The price I paid for a 45 single of Nightmare on My Street in the most exciting/useless purchase I made all weekend.
1 - The number of bites Eric took of the worlds most rubbery chicken at the hotel's restaurant.
2 - The number of people staying in our room that were not paid for.
12+ - The number of people partying in our room on Friday night that were not paid for.
4 - The number of large pizzas consumed between those in the room at the bewitching hour.
12 - The hour at which I passed out dead from pizza/beer.
0 - The number of balls that were steeped on my head during that period, thank god.
3 - The AM hour in which the rest of the team returned from beers with the Drunken Zombie blokes.

Saturday, March 29th

8 - The hour that we awoke as a team.
7-8 - The range on the Richter scale at which Casey's snoring falls.
0 - The number of shirts being worn by the team during the Bloody Good Pool Party.
11 - The approximate hour that we descended upon the convention floor.
14 - The approximated age of our (and by our I mean the portion of the table that we co-opted from NOTLP) table-neighbor and new friend Sarah Swofford, according to preliminary estimates.
19-20 - The approximate age of said lady according to her graduation year on MySpace (creepy).
10 - On a scale of 1-10 how brave that young lady had to be to get this close to my beard, completely sober.
0 - The inch discrepancy between Danny Trejo's actual height and Eric's.
100 - The percent that this fact shocked me.
2 - The number of films we saw as a group that day.
1 - The number of those that I could seriously recommend.
135 - The approximate number of times that the woman sitting in front of us spoke "out of turn" during Inside
25-Life The length of the prison sentence I was expecting Eric to endure after he murdered said interrupter.
0 - The number of legitimate microphones used to record this week's podcast.
2 - The number of beers consumed per-person on tape.
10+ - The number of beers consumed per-person throughout the rest of the night.
8 - The number of White Castle burgers consumed by Eric at the party.
1 - The number of shots Schnaars and I had to down a piece to recover from him getting his assed served via hula hoop.
1:1 - The approximate ratio of the length of Erika's cleave-line to the height of my head.
2 - The number of times Eric dropped me on my head during completely hetero bro-wrestling sesh's.
0 - The number of colors that run on this woman's t-shirt.
1000 - The number of years its going to take me to erase the mental image of that woman's breasts on Freddy's camera.

Sunday, March 30th

2 - The number of eggs had with the worlds best hangover breakfast from the "blueberry house of blueberry waffle house"
5 - Number of references to "freedom toast" on the menu of said establishment.
1 - The number of tears-per-friend in our long romantic goodbye's for the weekend.
24 - The number of hours spent between today and yesterday in airports/airplanes.
4 - The number of airport benches/floors I slept on in that time.
40 - The number of minutes it has taken me to write this damn thing.

As you can see, it was a pretty statistically amazing weekend, and you haven't even seen the video of Schnaars yet! Updates to come. Much love to everyone I met this weekend, I have a feeling I'll be seeing you all very soon.


Just kidding, here it is...


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Mark is the pretty much everything of Bloody Good Horror. When he's not casting spells in Magic or Hearthstone, you'll probably find him watching wrestling, beard glistening from the essence of Chicago's myriad beers and meats.

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