It's a sad day when I blog to avoid working - mainly because i rarely blog, so if I journey here it's either important, or I'm really stretching.
Got back safely from the wilderness this weekend. Who builds a cabin with 22 beds but no air conditioner? Don't they understand that the more people you put in a shack, the hotter it gets? And when I say 22, that's a rough count that I am comfortable with. Our bed actually had a spare bed underneath, just in case someone wanted to sleep with us but didn't want to seem inappropriately interested. Thankfully we arrived early enough to have someone look out for us and give us the last available double bed. That left 2 couples to figure out the arrangements of 6 twin beds. And get this - the owners must really be evil, because they twin beds are different heights.... so pushing them together is a stubborn act of futility.
Besides the incredible amount of drinking we did, there were actual activities planned. Friday night was the 'jack & jill party', which appeared to just be an excuse to give both the bride- and groom-to-be dirty presents in front of each other. After the party there was some swimming which resulted in injuries. I personally injured the boys each time I jumped off the diving board, no matter what my form was. I could have somersaulted in and hit the water head first, and somehow the pool would smack me in the nuts. I think some investigating is necessary, so maybe after this I will get on the phone with some physicists. The cops also showed up, which is ridiculous. First off, its a bunch of people in their mid-30s and up sitting around chatting, with minimal horseplay in the pool (the water was frigid, which kept most people out). Secondly, the cops actually asked us if this was the right address several times, because they thought we were the ones who had called them (and not the actual offenders). All ended well - thankfully the cops took it in stride when the bride-to-be assumed they were strippers. We continued partying, the cops went to talk to the neighbor about complaining for no good reason, and the evening resumed. Most people cashed out by 4am, with the exception of myself and the ringleader, who stayed up until about 6am.
Now, lets fast forward 3 1/2 short hours to 9:30am, when I get up and wander downstairs. The ringleader is up and cooking breakfast, obviously still drunk from the night before. In fact, the majority of players were still drunk from the night before (including Teach) with the exceptions being me and the weiner dog. I didn't understand it - with the amount of alcohol I drank, even the weiner dog should have been stumbling. After helping to cook a massive amount of breakfast burrito fixings, we got our stuff together slowly and made it out to the river, where we canoed for about 5 hours. Good times were had by all.
Saturday night, most people (including yours truly) decided to forego the partying and catch some z's. I think I crashed about 10:30, and I was not the first. Sunday was clean-up and prep for the 2+ hour drive home, which was also nice. Teach and I both agreed that if we had been hungover, the trip down the mountain in the jeep would have been messy.
Well, that's it for now - I think I successfully stalled until lunch.
Hasta luego,
Dys
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