The beginning of an exceedingly well-planned bachelor night. Many beers were had. Followed by many whiskies. Followed by whisky-induced pseudo-death and 24 hazy hours of recovery. Also, “Post Malone meets Mexican Cartel Member” tattoos and facial hair, bedazzled fluoro jackets, and the world’s most energetic dog. Cheers to all +++ for organising.
El cheapo approach to muting the toms actually works surprisingly well.
Alas, no speed boost.
(I don’t care much for the actual music).