First off, the Mash Bash was nothing like it was last year (or the years before). The budget was severely hacked this go around and it showed. For 50 dollars, you get in with only 2 drink tickets. Sure, you can eat all the pizza, sausage dogs, and hot dogs in the world, but taking away the free beer just isn't right. Things were different... there wasn't the crazy rush for beer, the lines and frat boys (ok, me too) running with six cups of tepid Labatts every fifteen minutes... The food was the same. Greasy suburban pizza, but some incredible sausage dogs. And since I wasn't running back and forth for beer like a crazy person, Jay and I actually stuck around for some of the Lance Diamond Show.  This was the first time I had seen (or paid attention to) Lance Diamond perform, and I actually dug it a little. He's a performer, and a dirty dirty dirty man. Taking it all in, Lane Diamond is a sight to see. From a bedazzled coat to his creepy snake tongue wiggle, he reminds me of a fat old Rick James 2.0. The Mash Bash is a great time to dress up in camo and make a darn fool of yourself. And where else can a comfortably straight man dress like this: And where else besides the bedroom or a cheap basement set can you don a Navy Uniform with your anchors hanging out: Mash Bash is a time to spend with loved ones, like my awesome boyfriend Jay: and to get molested by Angel: Some couples looked cute, in their matching drab and boots: This couple was doing it wrong: And half of this couple wanted to be anywhere but with her husband: I have almost a hundred pictures from the Bash 09 on flickr. Check it out.