Unfortunately, I can’t go into too much detail.  What happens at the bux night stays at the bux night.

But let’s just say I was delighed to discover – when I’d reached a level of coherent thought at about 1:00 yesterday afternoon – that my brand new Ewok costume had not been ruined and was safe and sound.

And that no-one was murdered by the Russian mafia.

That said, I would like to thank the following individuals and entities:

 — My groomsman – who went well and above and beyond the call of duty
— The guys who stayed behind.  The tablecloth has been cleaned
— The Georgian.
— Stella.  
— Barrington’s sewing skills.  
— Ben and Barak for the best roast ever (their re-working of Destiny of Daleks would have made Douglas Adams   proud)
— Aaron’s fast, gripping, seamer that ripped me in two.
— Brisbane thrashing Collingwood.
— Carlton putting in an effort
— Mewok dancing
— The staff at Rasputins
— Joe – for being a fine man indeed.

It was the craziest, most surreal night of my life.  Thanks to the guys who came.  There will be plenty of memories.