Friday, February 06, 2009

And again...

Yeah, I forgot about all this. I'm here now in case you missed it the first time.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Sailin' On

My blog has evolved.

Please update all your links, etc. ;)

Ooga Booga

I'm officially an Ooga Booga.

I know...hard to believe isn't it? Actually, I'm pretty sure there's nobody out there reading this that has the slightest idea of what the hell an Ooga Booga even is. And well, I'm not going to elaborate on this "secret society" because I've been sworn to secrecy by the chief, and would rather not lose my Ooga booga status having endured the trials and tests presented before me.

After the ceremony which was extremely entertaining, I drank numerous cups of skyy vodka and fruit punch while gathered around a fire. One of the guys had a guitar, and, so, he and I clumsily strummed the guitar and sang tunes for the circle of friends that had gathered.

Because it has been so long since my guitar was even out, and that it was not a classical acoustic, (vodka didn't help the situation) I had to restart Def Leppard's "Two Steps Behind" at least five times.

The song was thoroughly enjoyed by all, and I was encouraged to learn more songs for next years gathering.

I woke up about 6:30 AM this morning sick as a fucking dog. It was probably the worst hangover I've had since the first time I drank vodka. So bad was my hangover, that I shuffled past the canoes and tipis in a rarely seen attempt to brave the port-o-pottie for some fast relief.

I left around 7:30, tossing everything from rolled up hoodies, to incense burners and my digital camera into the back of my car into an atrocious heap.

I made my way down the road that snakes down the mountain, and came home just in time to blow chunks into the toilet. I heaved like a cat with a hairball, back arched, sunburnt arms coiled around the seat like it was a long lost child. Vomit burned in inner linings of my nostrils as I chilled in a cool shower before flopping onto my bed in my boxer shorts, passing out until almost 1:30 this afternoon.

I'll post pictures when I can muster up the energy to clean my car out, and find those floppies.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Day 2

Well...camping is going well. I slept a lot better last night, curled up in my sleeping bag, the soft glow of everyone's campfires transposing warm light on the outside of my tent.

What would be nice though, is to have someone in there with me. I kept envisioning someone; our arms pretzeled around one another, listening to the chorus of frogs as we cuddled. yeah, as that was the very last thing I thought about before finally falling asleep, I had weird dreams involving sexual proposals from an ex on a large glittering staircase.

As far as all this camping stuff goes...I am taking pictures. But they'll have to wait until I actually have time do upload them.

Off for a shower, then back up the mountain I go.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Mountain Man?

I'm on vacation this week. Last night was night one of camping in the mountains with family and friends at the lake. I've caught six chain pickerel, one largemouth bass, a pumpkinseed sunfish, and a hankerin' for mountain pies.

This is the life

I come home daily to bathe (my inner homo won't let me go a day without it)- and I will update you all daily with photos, and stories as they occur.

I'll fill you all in tomorrow...