Whoops, this was in my drafts folder – it was dated 20120216.   Almost a year later, here is my journal about last year’s ski trip:

This year, Angel & Ian planned a Snowshoe trip for Thursday, Feb 2nd through Monday, Feb 6th.    Feb 6th was a free day included in the lodging so we decided to take advantage of it and stay the extra day.  Since my car is limping along on its last leg, I rode down with Angel & Ian.  We listened to some podcasts that became the jokes of the weekend.  I think it was called SuperEgo.  One skit was Zod meeting with his legal counsel.  Another skit was Family Feud.  They were pretty funny, and they provided plenty of fodder for inside jokes.

We were staying at the Summit again.  It was the same unit we stayed in last year.  We all arrived on Thursday evening, and it was pretty chill.

Friday morning, I woke up around 8am or so.  When I heard other people were up, I went out.  Greg had only had 4 hours of sleep the night before, so he had crashed out early and decided to continue sleeping in bed.  Ian made a rice egg breakfast that was so delicious!  Thanks for the breakfast, Ian!

We went to the slopes around 11am.  Yeah, we took our time eating breakfast and getting ready.  Of course, the Summit stairs were annoying, but what can you do.  Summit is pretty close and I think it’s cheaper, and the stairs-of-death are just a price to pay.

Angel, Ian, Peter, Quinn, Ken, and I did a few runs on the greens around Powder Monkey and Powder Ridge and then made our way over to the Ballhooter area.  Eventually, we moved all the way over to the Widowmaker area.  I didn’t do the Widowmaker, but I hear it wasn’t that bad, and there weren’t any moguls.

Lauren made lasagna for everyone for dinner on Friday.  It was yummy!  After dinner, we went nightskiing at Silvercreek.  Only Quinn stayed behind because he wasn’t feeling 100%.

Friday night, I drank the wine I brought.  Lauren kept saying that the sign with the skier on it looked like the skier was taking a dump.  We had some fun with a slim jim.  Good times.  We all had fun, and then finally went to bed.

Around 7:30am, I heard a commotion in the hallway of the unit.  I heard Lauren say “They’re knocking on peoples’ doors and telling them to get out of the building.”  I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I got up.  Apparently, the building was on fire.  We all quickly gathered a few things and evacuated.  When I got outside, I realized my wallet was inside, so I quickly ran back in and grabbed my ski pants that contained my wallet.  Ian was rescuing his and Angel’s snowboards, so I also grabbed my skis, poles, and boots.  Someone (I can’t remember if it was Peter or Ian) just zipped up their suitcase and had everything they needed.  My stuff was all over.  When I was standing outside, I realized the camera was still inside on the dining room table.  We heard the people in the units next to ours say that the sprinkler system had gone off in their unit, so all their stuff was wet.  So then I got worried that the sprinklers were going to go off in ours, soak the camera, and I was going to be responsible for the death of yet another camera.  Luckily, though, our unit was perfectly fine.

Greg had a little teensy problem.  His shoes were locked up in a locker up by the main slopes.  He tried to wear Ian’s snowboard boots, but they wouldn’t fit, so he decided to hang out in Angel’s car “to sleep off the hangover.”  Well, poor Greg’s hangover was exacerbated by the cold and not having shoes, and he ended up really miserable.

Lauren & Matt stayed behind while the rest of us decided to get some breakfast.  Lauren was worried that they’d let people back in and she didn’t want to miss that.  Well, it was lucky they stayed behind because they were able to get us the upgrade, and the resort also provided them a free breakfast.  D’oh.  The rest of us went to The Junction, which was serving a breakfast buffet.  I was still in my pajama pants, but I did have my ski pants with me, so I snuck off to the bathroom to change because it was weird being in pseudo-public in my pajama pants.  So I was glad that I had left my wallet in the ski pants instead of my jacket, because otherwise, I wouldn’t have had them with me.  Speaking of my jacket, the zipper broke and so I couldn’t take it off.  I thought I was going to have to get a new one, and it would have been the end of an era (I’ve had that green Miller’s jacket since 2002. )  However, it magically fixed itself after breakfast.  Just one of those things, I guess.

The rest of Saturday morning was spent trying to get everyone situated and moved into the new unit that Lauren procured in Alleghany Springs.   Greg sent a text requesting help and to please get his shoes back.  Lauren had an issue where she didn’t have her keys.  She thought they were at Summit, but when we were able to get into Summit to get our stuff, the keys weren’t there, so she realized they must have been in her purse, which was now at Alleghany Springs.  So she didn’t have the key for the locker.  We had a plan where Angel & I were going to get Greg and bring him back to Alleghany Springs, while Lauren and Matt were going to go to attempt to get Greg’s shoes from the locker, and go shopping at the convenient store.   When we got to Summit, we saw Greg lurch inside the unit, so Angel & I waited around outside for him.  Then Peter arrived, and we decided to go get the stuff.  Angel tried to send me on a mission to bring the Helement around, but unfortunately, I couldn’t get the emergency parking brake off.  I was like, “You push the button and push the lever down.  It shouldn’t be that hard!”  I tried many different ways to push the button, but nothing worked so I finally admitted defeat.  Angel had no problem, but she did mention it was on there pretty tight.  Apparently, the OK was given for people to enter the units again, so we gathered everything up.  Ken brought his rented pick-up truck and we loaded the stuff and the food in both cars.  We weren’t sure about Lauren & Matt’s stuff, but then they showed up and were able to gather their own things.

[ETA: Greg reminded me I forgot an important memory] At some point, Quinn pointed out a spot of what looked like soot on the couch. He said it looked like maybe a firefighter had sat down or something and left a butt-print of soot. When the owner of the unit came in to inspect it, Quinn pointed it out. The owner touched it with his fingers… then he taste-tested it… After the owner left, we were talking about that soot, and Greg said, “oh, that wasn’t soot.” When we asked Greg to clarify, he said he had his electric shaver, and it spilled on the couch and all the hair shavings had spilled out……. So then the joke became that the owner had taste-tested Greg’s pube shavings. Poor owner! [/ETA]

We got back to Alleghany Springs, and everyone moved in.  Well, by moved in, we mean all the suitcases were just dropped in the middle of the floor.  Greg picked a bed and slept peacefully for the rest of the afternoon.  Angel also took a nap at some point, after she put the groceries away.  It was just starting to drizzle when we were finally settled.  Peter & Ian wanted to do the Western Territories, and I wanted to go out skiing, but didn’t want to go to the Western Territories.  Nobody else had any interest in going out, so I decided it was high-time I should go out alone.  I’ve been skiing since the third grade, and have never once been skiing alone.  Well, first time for everything, I went out all by myself.  I only got 3 runs.  The rain was getting worse, and it was getting foggy, so I decided I was done.  I am so glad I went though.  I stuck around the Ballhooter area.  I think I did Skipjack first, then GandyDancer, and then I ended on Hootenanny and MidFlume and lower Ballhooter.

The new place had a heated pool and a hot tub.  Ian had bought some swimming trunks, but then he found out they left the security tag on them.  Angel, Lauren and Matt enjoyed the hot tub on Saturday night.  I think the rest of us just sat around watching whatever movies were showing on TV.  There was some sort of Angelina Jolie marathon going on.  Mr. and Mrs. Smith was on, and someone said Tombraider had been on previously.  Inglourious Basterds also came on later.

Saturday’s dinner was jambalaya, as created by Ian.  It was so delicious!  Thanks, Ian!!

On Sunday, we got out to the slopes earlier than we did on Friday.  We did the greens by the PowerMonkey, and then Carolyn did 2 more runs over there while Angel, Peter, and Ian went to the Western Territories.  Apparently, Carolyn made them wait 10 or 15 minutes.  D’oh!  Then we got on the shuttle to Silvercreek.  Carolyn had never done Silvercreek in the daytime before.  She’s only been there for nightskiing.  It was nice because it was less crowded, and the conditions weren’t bad.

Lauren & Matt decided they wanted to stay the extra day, but unfortunately, Greg couldn’t.  So they figured out a plan where Greg drove Lauren’s car home and left it in her garage and Lauren & Matt rode home with Peter.  So everyone was happy.

Sunday evening, we decided to go out to dinner.  It was a challenge finding a place that was not showing the superbowl, but we settled on Foxfire Grille.  They were showing the superbowl, but it was all the way on the other side of the restaurant, so it wasn’t a big deal.  We had fun with the “singles meeting” napkins that had spaces to write your name and number and email address to potential pick-ups. After dinner, the rest of Sunday evening was pretty chill.

We had some excitement on Monday morning because it was discovered that sometime in the night, Lauren & Matt closed our bedroom door to the suite, but it can’t be opened from inside, so we were locked in the bedroom.  We can leave the room, but only to the hallway, and none of us had a key to enter the main suite.  Eventually, we got that figured out.  We were checked out by 9am and on the road by 11am.


I’m so glad I got to go to New York City for my first time, and for a great cause!  We were only there 24 hours, but they were the most awesome 24 hours! 

And we were blessed with slack constantly through the weekend.  We started off with a little snag.  We were supposed to go to see Triptykon in Baltimore on the Friday beforehand.  Several weeks before the Devival, we were trying to figure out how to pull this off.  Do we go to the show in Baltimore on Friday, and then go up to New York on Saturday?  Do we skip the show in Baltimore?  So many choices, none of them ideal.  Until out of curiosity, I checked the bus schedule, and there was a bus leaving Baltimore at 1 in the morning on Friday night….. for $1.  In the time it took me to email my posse to find out if our show was going to be done by 1am and if we’d be able to catch that bus, the price went up to $3.  No biggie though.  We determined the show would be done in plenty of time and so we booked our tickets.

Welp, needless to say, we called the venue of the show on Friday night, and discovered a big glitch in our plan.  The band we were supposed to see, Triptykon, was going on at 12:45 am.  There were 4 or 5 other bands going on before them.  Ottobar had totally overbooked the bands.  D’oh!  Well, we still went so our friend can see the band he wanted to see (1349), and then we headed to catch our bus.

When we got to the busstop, we found a bunch of people were there waiting for the bus.  We asked if it was Megabus, and a guy said, “Yes, but it’s late.  My bus was the 9pm bus, and I’ve been here since 7, and no buses have come to take us to New York.  Only DC-bound buses have been coming”.  Sure enough, the next 40 minutes, several buses went by, but they were all headed to DC.  There were two chicks that had a close call when they boarded the DC bus, and the driver had to loop around and drop them back off.  Finally, one of the bus drivers stepped up to the plate and called some people and walkie-talkied some people to let them know that about 30 people were waiting here to go to NYC.  Then he told us that “It should be here any minute”.  As he drove away, I figured he just fed us lies to placate us.  But 20 minutes later, a bus showed up that was going to New York!  Yay!  Second snag smoothed out! 

The bus ride was interesting.  30 minutes into it, the bus stopped at a rest station and the driver got out to buy himself some food.  I figured that was allowed, but it was annoying when it started to get stuffy inside the bus because he had turned the bus off so there was no air blowing.  But he finally came back and we were on our way again.  Clint took advantage of the free wi-fi on the phone.  It was weird being so high up off the ground.  A lot of the time, it just seemed like the driver was all over the road… I was slightly scared.
We made it to New York at like 6:30 am or so.  We caught a cab who asked where we were going, and our friend Persie said, “Sheraton LaGuardia”.  The driver asked for the address and Persie was silent.  Luckily, I had written down the address because I had anticipated that it’d be an important detail.  And then we were on our way.
When we got to the hotel, the question became, “Do we eat?”  We had stopped at Taco Bell on the way to the bus station in Baltimore, so we had been held over.  Clint was hungry though, and so Carolyn & Clint decided to ask the concierge where a McDonald’s was.  Persie went to bed.  He told us to bring him some random food.  We ended up at Burger King, which was right around the corner from our hotel.  We were surprised they didn’t have free courtesy water.  WTF? 
We went to bed at like 7:30ish and woke up by 11.  We realized we weren’t going to be able to fall asleep again so we decided to go ahead and get up.  We decided to go get some actual New York food, instead of fast food which we can get anytime.  We took advantage of my phone, and I tried to look up local restaurants.  I said “What kind of food do we want?”  It didn’t take long for us to decide on Italian, so I put that into the phone and the first one to pop up was “Magna”.  We looked up, and there was a Mango right next to us, but that wasn’t it.  I put the walking navigation on, and we were on our way.  It wasn’t too far, and soon we were sitting at a restaurant all ready to order Calamari and spaghetti noodles.  Clint & I also split a meatball sandwich thing.  Both were delicious.  Persie had the fettucine.
After we ate, we had to decide what to do.  I think someone had mentioned to Clint about a sex museum so we decided to check it out.  We went to the subway, (which just happened to be by our hotel).  After some confusion about how the subway works (we rarely even use the DC metro), we decided we can take the purple line all the way to 5th Ave and then walk from there.  It turned out to be a longish walk, but it wasn’t too bad.  I should mention that even though I call it the purple line, it was really called “F” or something.  The subway lines were either numbered or lettered, and so I think if I lived there, I would have a better idea of what’s going on, but the colors served me better.
On the subway, a guy started breakdancing.  Complete with a boombox that he’d turn on!  Surreal!  He made people move away from the standing pole that he was going to flip over.  While he was setting up his stuff, my mom called.  While she was talking, his music suddenly started blaring.  She was like “Can you hear me?” and I said, “I’m on the subway… in New York!!!  That’s a guy break-dancing”.  
As we were walking to the sex museum, we passed by the Empire State Building.  The sidewalk was a bit more crowded right next to it, and to make matters more confusing, there were ticket officials asking everyone on the street if they wanted a ticket.  Clint asked, “For what?” and the guy was like “To go up into the Empire State Building”.  Clint was like, “What, I can’t even walk on the sidewalk without being spammed?”  It was the weirdest thing ever.
We finally arrived at the sex museum.  It starts out with a store that sells dildos and books and artsy things.  We saw on the website that they had $3 off the admission price if you print out a coupon.  When we were buying our tickets, I showed her my phone and asked if we can still get $3 off even though we don’t have a printer.  She gave it to us, along with 2 coupons for $2 off of a speciality drink from their aphrodisiac bar. 

The museum was interesting.  They had different floors dedicated to different things about sex.  From movies and film to condoms and birth control, to STD’s, which I didn’t realize are called STI’s now, to art sculptures.. The last floor was dedicated to the animal kingdom.
After we finished all the floors, we decided to check out the bar.  I wasn’t disappointed that they weren’t alcoholic drinks, but I had expected them to be because it was called a bar.. heheh..  The drinks were interesting. My drink was supposed to bring out sensuality and passion or something like that.  Persie’s was longetivy, and I forget what Clint’s was.  Mine was rose and rosemary, Persie’s was ginger and orange, and Clint’s was cinnamon and saffron.  I liked Clint’s better than mine.  Mine tasted like roses.  Clint’s also came with a stick of rock candy, so I was disappointed that mine wasn’t as special.
After we got out of the sex museum, we looked around at the store a bit more, and thumbed through some of the sample books.  Then we decided to mosey on out.  We started walking back to the subway, but Clint realized it was a looong way, and he wondered if there was a closer subway.  There was a random couple on the street that just happened to be looking at a map of the city, so we asked them.  The guy said, “There’s one a half-mile that way”  and Clint was like “A half mile!  Nevermind!”  and the guy quickly said, “No, no, that’s not what I mean.  I’m French… I mean… 100 meters”.  Clint was like “oh, only a hundred meters? Ok!”  So we started walking, and cut through Madison Square Park.  Once we found the subway, which wasn’t far at all, we walked down the stairs, and there was a train waiting right there that said “Astoria”.  Lo and behold, this train was *THE EXACT TRAIN WE WANTED* going the EXACT DIRECTION we wanted!  Praise “Bob”!  What Slack!
We got to Astoria around 7pm, and walked the 6 blocks to the Devival.  Carolyn had the address and so she knew when the building was approaching, and so she saw the building first, and then saw Princess Wei.  Clint saw Princess Wei first and was like “Oh, we’re here!” 
We hung around chatting with everyone, watching the live bands and the preaching, and good times were had.  At first, I was feeling shy and awkward, but I loosened up later on.  Suzie The Floozy and Bunny Day both came up and told me I looked cute.  I was disappointed I didn’t wear the skirt I brought, but after I realized I didn’t shave my legs, I stuck to my jeans.
Our downfall was when Clint refilled the flask at midnight right before the wedding.  Apparently, we killed most of that flask between midnight and 2am. I don’t think I drank as much after the wedding, and I had taken a break from drinking before the wedding.  So it could have been worse.  We headed to a bar with Bunny Day and Anna Dynamite and someone else..  They eventually called us a cab and we went back to the hotel.  Clint said something about scheduling a wake up call, and John said he took care of it.
The next morning was a blur.  The wake up call came, and we started rushing around packing up our stuff.  We left and got into our cab.  Halfway to the airport, I realized I had forgotten to get my keys and stuff out of the drawer at the hotel.  A sense of dread overcame me.  The cab turned around, but told us he didn’t think we’d make the bus by 8am with this detour.  But we needed the keys… The entire way back, I prayed and prayed.  And I imagined the worse case scenario of missing that 8am bus.  It would be miserable!!!  I was like going over alternatives… Including imagining calling Two Beans to see if he still had his roundtrip ticket… but then I rememebered that would be only for 1 person.  So that wouldn’t solve our problem either.  Then…. the amazing happened.  The cab driver drove up, and there were 2 buses there, and he said “There’s the bus!”  We didn’t miss it!!  In my relief, I jumped out of the car and ran towards the buses.  The first one said Boston.  The second one said… Washington DC, via Baltimore!  We were saved!  I ran to the driver and knocked on the window, and then got yelled by the other driver who said, “The line is there.”  So I got into line.  Once we got onto the bus and got situated… I realized I totally did not thank the cab driver!  I’m horribly rude!  John said he thanked him.  I hope that cab driver knows how much I appreciate him.
Clint, meanwhile, was absolutely miserable, and he was still miserable that night.  I was miraculously not even hung over.  I guess I’m getting slightly more responsible even though I was still irresponsible with my intake.
On the bus, I found three seats, none of them were together, but they were close to each other.  I put myself next to this lady, and Clint behind me.  Then I realized the chair I was in was reclined, so I traded with Clint.  When I got situated next to the guy, I realized this chair was reclined too.  Oh well.  Later, I figured out how to put it up and so that was fine.
Meanwhile, the second the bus started, I regretted trading seats.  The guy next to me immediately started gagging the second the bus started moving.  Gagging like every few minutes..  We talked a bit, but not much.  He seemed nice enough, but the gagging… dude!  He fell asleep for like 5 minutes and it stopped, but then he woke up and immediately started up again.  I’m sure it was psychological.  I was scared the entire way that I was going to be puked on.  Halfway through I took my seatbelt off, and put the arm rest up so I’d have an easier time making a getaway if it came to that.  It never did, but it was annoying.  Clint heard it too, and I’m sure the lady in front of him heard it too.  She may have been worried about being puked on as well because she was definitely in range.  I considered moving, but when I looked around, people were making good use of their empty seats next to them. some had their bags in it, some were slumped over sleeping.. so there wasn’t really anywhere I could have gone. 
Finally, we made it to Baltimore.  Our car was still there, there weren’t any tickets or anything.  Nothing was broken into.  As we were getting ready to go, this other guy was like “Are you leaving?  I’m totally going to take your spot.  You just made my day.”  When we pulled out, I realized there were two cars vulturing me, but it wasn’t my problem anymore.  I stopped at Burger King so Persie can refuel.  Clint and I weren’t hungry though, so we skipped the meal, but we did use the restroom. 
The ride back was uneventful.  We got home and Clint went directly to bed, so Persie chilled for a few minutes before heading out.  Good times!

20090701 (Wed):

Wednesday we arrive around 3ish.. Started unpacking and setting up the tent and then cracked open the beer and tequila by 4:30ish.

When we arrived, it was gray and dreary, and it rained at some point.  Then the sun came out and teased us.  Carolyn actually changed her shirt from the agent orange t-shirt to her purple tank top (later [must have been the next day or so], in the pavilion, there was a slide show, and Carolyn’s picture from last x-day was featured.  A bit after that, Carolyn realized she wore that same purple tank top on the first day of last x-day and the first day of this x-day.  Hehe).

Around 7ish, the rain came back.  Carolyn, Clint, and Orpheus Stain high-tailed it to our tent.  Carolyn drfited off to sleep to the sound of rain and Clint & Orpheus chatting.  Later, she woke up, and the tent was empty.  It was still raining, but she decided to get up and track down everyone.  She got a poncho, and went off to the main pavilion.  Clint was there with Legume and some others.  Clint asked Carolyn if she got the cigarettes, and she said no.  So Clint decided to get them.  He left and Carolyn chilled with the people.  When Clint came back, he had two beers, the raven bobblehead? and no cigarettes.  So  Carolyn decided to get them at that point.  So she went to the tent and back and when she got back, nobody was at the pavilion anymore.  Clint was nice enough to leave her beer next to the bobblehead on the table.  A nice man was walking along and stopped by to chit chat with her for awhile.  He was staying in an RV up the hill towards the north pavilion.  After a bit, Carolyn was like, “I guess he’s not coming back” and so she parted ways to go find him.  She walked back towards the tent and eventually she was talking to Brainleak and Clint walked up.  Carolyn said “There he is!”  Clint was talking in tongues.  Words were coming out of his mouth, but there was no semblance of any sentences.  Carolyn asked “Are you drunk?”  She thinks he said yes.  Then he said he needed to pee and went to the flushers.  That was the last anyone saw of him until 1-2 am.  When he came out of the flushers, he collapsed on the ground.  Dr. Agonfly was unfortunate enough to have been talking to Carolyn when this happened, and he was trying to help get Clint not to pass out by the “shitters”.  Popess Pantiara walked by, so Carolyn, Dragonfly, and Pantiara were attempting to move Clint from right in front of the flushers.  We got him across the road, and then some other people convened to help.  Carolyn was freaking out quite a bit because she had never seen Clint like this without absinthe involved, and at least then he wasn’t collapsed on the ground.  So the 5 people helping to move Clint was a blur.  However, there was one guy who really took the situation to hand and made sure Clint was taken care of, and then escorted Carolyn up to the pavilion to get some official help.  At the time, he wouldn’t give her his name, but later she found out it was Rob/Teeters.  He had made sure to put a trash bag spread out under Clint, and gave him a roll of paper towels as a pillow, and he made sure the sleeping bag was over Clint.  So, Clint was passed out in a puddle by modemac’s tent for hours.  Carolyn kept going back ever hour or so to make sure he was ok.  She spent most of the night hanging out with dr. Agonfly and rob, and some others.  She spent some time with Dr Agonfly and Legume, who called Dr Agonfly “Jiffy Pop” because he was hyper from an energy drink.  Later, Legume opened up his trench coat to show his speedos and invite her to bed.  Tiki and drgonfly were there at that time too. dragon fly and Carolyn then decided to go up the studio to check out the movie.  The movie had people talking, and moving a lion head and making it talk and that was enough of that.  Jim Jones was passing out gin & tonics.  So Carolyn chatted with Jim Jones, Orpheous Stain, Stang, and Dragonfly for a bit.  cloves were smoked.  Dragonfly and Carolyn checked on Clint again and then went back to the movie.  After a bit, dr agonfly went to bed, but Carolyn stayed with rob and orpheus stain.  Eventually everyone was going to bed.  Princess Wei was going to bed with a large lord of the rings glass of Riesling.  Stang is like, “you better finish that, I have to be up in 12 hours” she said it’d be gone by the time they got to bed.  Carolyn still don’t know if she finished it or not.

At some point, Modemac went to bed, but since Clint was passed out in front of his tent, he was trying to get him to move.  So Dr. Agonfly and Carolyn dragged him away towards the car.  We tried to get him to go into the car, but it was impossible.  After everyone went to bed, it was just Carolyn & orpheus who said that he’d help get Clint into the car.  Carolyn was skeptical because it took 5 people to move him that far, and dragonfly and Carolyn could only drag him 5 feet away from the mud puddle to the car.  But when they got to the car, Clint had come down enough to be coherent again and was actually able to stand himself up and head to the flushers to pee and get himself into the tent.  Yay!

Since Clint’s sleeping bag was wet, and Clint was soaked to the bone, Carolyn gave him a new shirt and her sleeping bag, and then climbed in with Clint’s sleeping bag.  Then she found out she didn’t understand how to get into it, or even which end was the top and which was the bottom.  Her feet were also wet and cold and soaked.  It sucked that the tent was leaking and the zipper was broken.

20090702 (Thu):

Thursday was wet and cold and rainy also.

Quote: “Remember when you were dead?”

On Thursday, Carolyn & Clint were looking for their chairs to take the pavilion.  They weren’t at the camp site, they weren’t in the car, and they weren’t at the pavilion.  Clint wondered if they had even been bought, but Carolyn saw him put them in the car, and she also would have noticed them on her final “did I forget anything?” check.  After hanging out at the pavilion, we got an awesome cheeeseburger and nachos from the café.  we got nachos and peppers and they didn’t chince on the peppers.  Each bite had a pepper.  Awesome. Tangent and others had hung out at that shelter drinking beast ice and chilling before Clint had woken up.  So Tangent was pretty smashed by the time we got those nachos.  Heheh  We didn’t see him again until the next day

After nachos, we wandered around a bit… then Clint said, “Check out those houses” and Carolyn looked and was like, “Dude, those are our chairs”  Clint had no recollection of ever being there.

We checked out the north pavilion on Thursday and again on Friday.  Thursday there was supposed to be breakfast, but we took our time getting there, so there were only a couple of pieces of bacon left.  Friday was supposed to be the slip n slide but everyone had eaten turkey and were pretty chill.  Carolyn took a nap at that point and left Clint.

Carolyn got up and hung out at Rob & Wilhelm’s shelter.  People would come and go, so she met Lloyd, Spike Jones, Dildo Valerie, Kate, Wilhelm, along with also Two Beans, Rob, Dragonfly.  She thinks she spent 5 hours straight sitting at that shelter with everyone coming and going and only leaving myself to use the flushers.  It worked out because the people would come and go and stuff.  When Clint woke up, we went to the main pavilion where the 2-hour of hour of slack happened.  I guess the buldada auction aslo happened.  The couscous happened.  It was awesome with the goya chicken broth packet.

On Thursday, Clint showered and Carolyn chatted with Pisces who said that Orpheus stain was also pretty drunk when she saw him and Clint.  When Carolyn looked at the camera, there were a couple of pictures that were taken during the blackout.  Pisces and Jim Jones? at the pavilion, and Orpheus dancing on a picnic table at the pavilion.  Good times, I guess. Heheh

Thursday night some people were indulging, and Eggplant and K-ren came looking for Brainleak at some point.  Later, Brainleak stumbled up in tears so Carolyn tried to be there for him.  Quote: “It isn’t medicine unless it makes you make sick-face when it goes down.” She walked to the north pavilion to let his parents know we found him.  They said it was fine as long as he wasn’t in a puddle.  It took and hour and 15 minutes for Brainleak to come down from his vision of hell.

At some point, Susie The Floozy, Dr. Hal, and others sat behind us. I, Rev. Xanatos, didn’t see Dr. Hal, who was right behind me, for quite some time. He looked as trashed as the rest of us. “How long have you been here?”, I asked. He paused for a moment to consider his answer, then simply said, “Since conception.” NICE!

Thursday night, Rob had grilled, and the grill was left out right by the shelter thing, so people kept tripping on it.  Rob himself tripped on it like 3-5 times.  It became known as “the grill of shame”.

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Friday was the band that covered Miserlou and other songs Carolyn could recognize.  Rev. Spike was sitting outside in a pile of vomit in his lap.. With his phone in the middle of it.  Saturday, it was said that his phone was run over, the battery had popped out, and yet it still worked.  Carolyn checked on him but didn’t have the energy to do much else after two nights of taking care of Clint and Brainleak.

Quote: “You can fuck a dog and still have it be straight!”  This won the award for “Best thing said in the last 5 minutes” and had everyone in stitches.

Friday night, Brainleak stayed up all night drumming with the pagans.

808 and Christie arrived on Friday.  But we didn’t see them till like 8pm at the pavilion when the bands were playing.  We also didn’t see much of them on Saturday.

At some point, Teeters was wearing a nametag with Ivan Stang’s real name.  He commented that Stang told him he was ruining his good name.
Also at some point, not sure if it was Friday or Saturday, but there was a conversation about catheters.  Dildo Valerie said she had to change catheters for a living and that it’s not fun.

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Saturday was the bonfire.

Saturday was the pancakes and scrapple..  Clint has finally tried scrapple because Carolyn had the foresight to get him a piece while he was getting his pancake

Saturday, we had a house salad and the quesadilla from the café

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Our Rupture video:
Agent Lloyd’s Rupture video:

Sunday we were still not 100% sure if we wanted to leave Sunday or Monday.  Carolyn wanted to get on the road if they were leaving, but Clint wanted to stay for the bobby awards.  Carolyn got one for being “Goddess of mellowing the harsh”  She was called up pretty early.  Like the 2nd or third one.  Yay!  Clint got a double award for being the earliest xday casualty and best pass-out in a puddle.  Rob had nominated him.  Yay
Sunday we also chilled with 808 & Christie some more.  They made us some awesome peanut butter & marshmallow fluff sandwiches that were heated up on the sandwich press.  I had never thought of using that for a peanut butter sandwich, but it was a definite win.

By the time all was said and done on Sunday, Carolyn was like “since it’s now so late, I’d rather just stay now.” but we decided to go ahead and leave.  But Carolyn was like “it’s already 5 and the potluck is going on, so we may as well stay for that!”  Free food rather than having to stop to eat.  That worked out because the food was awesome.  Pasta, indian food, haggis, chips and artichoke salsa….  Olives with pits.  Carolyn tore those up, they were so delicious.  Fried donuts that “were just donuts” that looked like seafood poppers.  If it was shrimp and scallops, Carolyn would have eaten them, but when she found out they were “just donuts” she passed.

It took about 6 1/2 – 7 hours to get home.  We stopped in Breezewood again to top off the gas and pee and switch driving shifts.  We also stopped at taco bell and had some confusion with the order.

Three days of misery might have made it not worth it, but the awesomeness outweighed all that.  The misery wasn’t intolerable, and the awesomeness was just more awesome.

I will blog about the actual trip later, but I felt like blogging about my new skis.


I was driving alone to Ocean City.  Clint had caught a ride up there with Kipp the day before, but I had to work that Friday so I was driving myself and meeting everyone up there Friday afternoon.

When I hit the toll booth traffic, I noticed the left side had a shorter line, so I pulled into it.  I did not realize that the left toll booth was the line for the other side of the bridge going in the opposite direction.  I had never had a problem going over that bridge before, but when I was going against traffic with the threat of a head on collision if I screwed up one direction, or going over the edge and drowning if  I messed up the other, I had an anxiety attack.  The second I made it over, I pulled off the road and had a cigarette to calm my nerves.  Then I continued onto Ocean City and had a fun time.

Ever since then, I make sure to go into the toll booths on the right, no matter how long the lines are.  I still feel nervous going over the bridge, and it’s mostly what this article touches on.  I’m afraid of having another panic attack more than a fear of actually going over the side of the bridge.

After we had lunch at Rio Grande for Clint’s birthday, I got onto a plane headed for Chicago. Chicago itself wasn’t very exciting. I was there for training for my new job, and so I was only there Sunday evening through Friday afternoon. All week, my coworkers and I were talking about getting out to see the town one night so we can say we did it. We planned on doing it Thursday – the reasoning was Friday was a half-day so it wouldn’t matter if we ended up tired. (more…)

So, the addition is relatively finished. The staining is done. The upstairs flooring is done. The next major project we are going to undertake is painting the upstairs room. My mom & Clint’s mom are going to help me with that next week. Then comes moving in upstairs. We’re talking about buying all new components to make that possible/easier. So the main thing that would be holding us back is getting the pool table from upstairs to downstairs. And researching for a stereo/tv/computer/etc. Once we are moved in upstairs, we will start concentrating on all the projects to be completed downstairs – flooring, painting, installing bar, moving in, getting pool table in there, etc. (more…)

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