The biggest Eggy who has no hair, and his band of merry Iggy accomplices, invited the Bigedybens to dinner; he looks like all the waiters, so one can only assume that he works here when he's not going around impressing anyone within a hundred mile radius with his Japaense-language counting skills. The Cousins of Glamping were invited as well, but they let us know that we were not special enough to have them in our collective presences. Once our bellies were stuffed with pork, and most likely also a considerable amount of spit, considering the waiters were asked questions which only a Jewish dad would torture servers with (strangely they didn't take his order of a whopper, McNuggets and a quesarito seriously), it was time to place a cache. As the first collaboration ever of either party, you'd think the cache would be pretty darn special, think Aerosmith and Run-DMC, Walk this Way, but better. Spoiler...it's not...it's just a nano...but then, what else would you expect from the Iggys and the Bigedybens. Not special at all. But perhaps a bit tricky. Perhaps also, a bit gone, since we placed it the day before a nor 'easter (yeah, we're smart).