Jimminy jilickers
This weekend I went to the ardennes with some barns :) (Q, Peter, Fried, StanV, JanD, Linus, Tâm, Sarah) and yes, I'm to lazy to make LJ-links.
Short version:
We (I think I speak for all of us) had a blast.
Long version:
I drove to the place where we stayed immediatley after work, stopping only to pick up some Stella (which sadly enough nobody else had thought of, so we didn't have enough beer, shame on all of you!).
Once I arrive at the cottage, I get greeted by two things:
- The smell of BBQ !!!
- The TRIPLE AGGRESSOR SUPER SOAKER that Peter bought. In case you don't know what it is, let me tell you: If G.W. Bush found something like this in Iraq, he wouldn't have to defend himself to everybody who says that there are no WMD. It's like the next step in H2O weaponry, the only way to get past it is to sacrifice some people and even then he has the backup "soakbomb".
Suffice it to say that by the end of the evening everybody was soaking wet.
The BBQ was good times, I was pretty damn full, especially after chasing Stan with the water gun I could feel my stomach go nuts.
Here's a tip: Don't run like a madman if you have an überfull stomach!
Later that night I witnessed the most crazy thunderstorms ever. Where normal thunderstorms go:
Flash--Boom
This one went:
Flash--BrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOm
Rolling thunder I tellz ya! The fact that at times the house actually shook (maybe I'm imagining this, who knows) didn't help me in getting any sleep.
Once the thunderstorms were over, one would think that I could finally get some sleep.
Well, one would be seriously mistaken. For some reason the farmers in the neighbourhood hadn't selected their cows for maximum meat production or milk, but for MAXIMUM NOISE.
Starting 5am until 10am or so the cows kept having extremely loud "conversations".
He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving bovines, we run free today
We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or dieeeeee
For some reason I had Cows With Guns song stuck in my head the next day.
On saturday we went kayakking, but not before driving in circles for a while and arriving 10 minutes late for the train, thus having to wait for 1h extra. Time was killed by having a brewski and trying to kill/soak wasps and innocent bystanders and by throwing dirt at eachother (Thanx Tâm :S).
We took duo-kayaks, and I teamed up with Peterke, this seemed like a good deal to me: He had the supersoaker after all. The soaker, combined with my death wish which made me jump into the water to try and tip over the other people while being surrounded by tourist who had no idea how to steer their boat, made us the definite winners of this trip :).
Funny things:
-Tâm falling out of the kayak for no apparant reason
-StanV whining all the time
-Tipping over StanV's boat and having him whine some More
-StanV and Fried who fell out of their kayak sooooo many times for no reason.
-Watching StanV and Fried stand in the middle of the river, kayak floating away and them waving their oars like a couple of angry black man waving their fists.
Curse you water elemental, curse you
Swimming and eating berries that are growing on the side. OOH my, so very good!.
That evening for some reason my entire body was filled with little red dots that ached like mad, but hey, I survived. We had the traditional fondue with Cheese, Chocolate and Meat, combined with Wine, BlueThrill and BananaGin! Good times indeed.
Later Linus had organized a Werewolf-like murder game, which could have been fun, but only if people would let me live for more then one day :), maybe I shouldn't have such a big mouth.
But hey, that would be boring.
Finally on Sunday (after a quit night of sleep, guess all the cows either escaped or were killed by angry tourists such as myself) we went on an adventure trip where we did all kinds of adrenaline-inducing shit that reminded me that I was alive.
- Rappel (Descent off rocks, not scary really, but fun to do
- Diaper-pole (this is a very literal translation, but the idea is that it's so scary that you wet yourself, and it was pretty damn scary, but I'm still very glad that I did it, the thrill is crazy! Boo to those who didn't do it (for you own good you'll all remain nameless)
- Deathride (what's in a name? How about calling it the "fun ride". I didn't particularly enjoy this (given my hate of vertical acceleration, but I didn't mind it enough not to go on it.
Love you all and thanx for making this a great weekend!!
Short version:
We (I think I speak for all of us) had a blast.
Long version:
I drove to the place where we stayed immediatley after work, stopping only to pick up some Stella (which sadly enough nobody else had thought of, so we didn't have enough beer, shame on all of you!).
Once I arrive at the cottage, I get greeted by two things:
- The smell of BBQ !!!
- The TRIPLE AGGRESSOR SUPER SOAKER that Peter bought. In case you don't know what it is, let me tell you: If G.W. Bush found something like this in Iraq, he wouldn't have to defend himself to everybody who says that there are no WMD. It's like the next step in H2O weaponry, the only way to get past it is to sacrifice some people and even then he has the backup "soakbomb".
Suffice it to say that by the end of the evening everybody was soaking wet.
The BBQ was good times, I was pretty damn full, especially after chasing Stan with the water gun I could feel my stomach go nuts.
Here's a tip: Don't run like a madman if you have an überfull stomach!
Later that night I witnessed the most crazy thunderstorms ever. Where normal thunderstorms go:
Flash--Boom
This one went:
Flash--BrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOm
Rolling thunder I tellz ya! The fact that at times the house actually shook (maybe I'm imagining this, who knows) didn't help me in getting any sleep.
Once the thunderstorms were over, one would think that I could finally get some sleep.
Well, one would be seriously mistaken. For some reason the farmers in the neighbourhood hadn't selected their cows for maximum meat production or milk, but for MAXIMUM NOISE.
Starting 5am until 10am or so the cows kept having extremely loud "conversations".
He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay
We are free roving bovines, we run free today
We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or dieeeeee
For some reason I had Cows With Guns song stuck in my head the next day.
On saturday we went kayakking, but not before driving in circles for a while and arriving 10 minutes late for the train, thus having to wait for 1h extra. Time was killed by having a brewski and trying to kill/soak wasps and innocent bystanders and by throwing dirt at eachother (Thanx Tâm :S).
We took duo-kayaks, and I teamed up with Peterke, this seemed like a good deal to me: He had the supersoaker after all. The soaker, combined with my death wish which made me jump into the water to try and tip over the other people while being surrounded by tourist who had no idea how to steer their boat, made us the definite winners of this trip :).
Funny things:
-Tâm falling out of the kayak for no apparant reason
-StanV whining all the time
-Tipping over StanV's boat and having him whine some More
-StanV and Fried who fell out of their kayak sooooo many times for no reason.
-Watching StanV and Fried stand in the middle of the river, kayak floating away and them waving their oars like a couple of angry black man waving their fists.
Curse you water elemental, curse you
Swimming and eating berries that are growing on the side. OOH my, so very good!.
That evening for some reason my entire body was filled with little red dots that ached like mad, but hey, I survived. We had the traditional fondue with Cheese, Chocolate and Meat, combined with Wine, BlueThrill and BananaGin! Good times indeed.
Later Linus had organized a Werewolf-like murder game, which could have been fun, but only if people would let me live for more then one day :), maybe I shouldn't have such a big mouth.
But hey, that would be boring.
Finally on Sunday (after a quit night of sleep, guess all the cows either escaped or were killed by angry tourists such as myself) we went on an adventure trip where we did all kinds of adrenaline-inducing shit that reminded me that I was alive.
- Rappel (Descent off rocks, not scary really, but fun to do
- Diaper-pole (this is a very literal translation, but the idea is that it's so scary that you wet yourself, and it was pretty damn scary, but I'm still very glad that I did it, the thrill is crazy! Boo to those who didn't do it (for you own good you'll all remain nameless)
- Deathride (what's in a name? How about calling it the "fun ride". I didn't particularly enjoy this (given my hate of vertical acceleration, but I didn't mind it enough not to go on it.
Love you all and thanx for making this a great weekend!!