"..I'm covered in eggs, bacon, tapatio, beer and blood. Of COURSE i'm having fun."
First things first. Harry Potter 5 movie version was WAY exceedant of expectations. I thought it was extremely well done, not at all the travesty I suspected and bandied about whenever somebody mentioned it. Definitely not the book, but pretty damn good. It's what the rest of the movies should have been. It only took them 4 books to get it right. They did leave out the little details that make reading so much more enjoyable than movies, but they epic-ed out that which they did mention and blew it up in such grandiose scale that there were big images that the book may not have been able to get across. Hm.
Second point. Nate's bachelor party. On a houseboat on lake barryessa. about 10 insane chefs, enough liquor for 20, and no exit. I don't know how i ever suspected I wouldn't get hurt. Cuz I did, bad. Nothing lasting, I hope, but I'm going to get it checked out if it hasn't started healing by wednesday.
First night was just four of us: Nate, Will, Barry (nate's friend from high school and now google) and I. Cracked the Jameson, finished a bottle and a half with no problems. Chilling on the sunset - colored lake, talking quietly, occasionally rocking out to whatever metal song was playing from the ipods.
Bacon wrapped hot dogs, Version one.
We dock at a predetermined destination to pick up a few more people who were bring supplies. We park the boat, walk a fourth of a mile to their car. They'd brought more beer, more hot dogs, more bacon, buns, etc. Barry and Nate walk off to find some black carts we'd spotted earlier to lug the supplies back to the boat.
Five minutes later I hear the sound of a motor closing on us. Barry and Nate skid to a halt in front of us, driving a golf cart.
Nate: "Get it in, Get it in!! Jump on! Go! GO! GO!!"
We heave the mounds of supplies onto the golf cart and speed off.
Barry: "I can't see!! Will, grab my flashlight!"
Will: ::Grabs Barry's beer and drinks it::
Barry: "NO, the flashlight!!"
Will's guiding barry with a flashlight, we tear around a corner, start up a hill. the golf cart immediately putters out. We all jump off, proceed to push it over the hill, where it rips off again, all of us trying to cling on.
Me: "Brake, man, Brake!"
Barry: "Brakes don't work too good!"
Bouncing over gravel and sink holes, we stamp our feet out trying to slow the cart down before we go over the edge. We heave all the supplied onto the boat, along with the new party guests.
I drink for about another hour or so and go to pass out. I'm woken up by more people showing up at 2 loud and drunk.
Woken again. at dawn. Started doing shots of Fernet. Wow. Even in writing that looks rediculous. A debaucherous first half of the day. Nate and Kevin's hot sauce shots, 'whippets and backflips' challenge off the roof of the boat, egg fight. Bacon slapping. Drunk by 9:30, blacked out by 10.
Somewhere in the morning, I decided to head downstairs from the roof to get something. Via the amazing combination of alcohol, sunscreen, sleep deprivation, slippery feet and slippery stairs, I become the first one to fall down the stairs. It wouldn't have been so bad if the gate hadn't been open and I hadn't broken my fall with my pubococcygeus muscle area. The rest of the party was very subdued for me. Sitting down was a choreographed affair and walking was grimace-ful. A day later, it's a little better, but as I said, if it's not obviously healing by wednesday I'm gonna go in. That'll be fun.
The day lasted till about 10 pm. Long fucking day, man. It felt like 3 rolled into one with all the food and drinks we had. We had a run in with the local law regarding a golf cart none of us knew anything about and did not spend the night anywhere near the night before, there was wakeboarding, tubing, Grits, Waverunners, and two more rounds of bacon wrapped hot dogs. I won't lie, I don't want another hot dog for a long, long time.
I'm home, and happy to be so. I scored a bottle of Fernet, and some jerky. All I require is rest and writing. And tea. Ohhhh tea. A salad wouldn't hurt. Day full of chores tomorrow, and less pain? ::Hopes::
Also, the scavenger hunt is fast approaching. This year it's through Chinatown. Panda-monium 2007? Anybody? Anybody?
Second point. Nate's bachelor party. On a houseboat on lake barryessa. about 10 insane chefs, enough liquor for 20, and no exit. I don't know how i ever suspected I wouldn't get hurt. Cuz I did, bad. Nothing lasting, I hope, but I'm going to get it checked out if it hasn't started healing by wednesday.
First night was just four of us: Nate, Will, Barry (nate's friend from high school and now google) and I. Cracked the Jameson, finished a bottle and a half with no problems. Chilling on the sunset - colored lake, talking quietly, occasionally rocking out to whatever metal song was playing from the ipods.
Bacon wrapped hot dogs, Version one.
We dock at a predetermined destination to pick up a few more people who were bring supplies. We park the boat, walk a fourth of a mile to their car. They'd brought more beer, more hot dogs, more bacon, buns, etc. Barry and Nate walk off to find some black carts we'd spotted earlier to lug the supplies back to the boat.
Five minutes later I hear the sound of a motor closing on us. Barry and Nate skid to a halt in front of us, driving a golf cart.
Nate: "Get it in, Get it in!! Jump on! Go! GO! GO!!"
We heave the mounds of supplies onto the golf cart and speed off.
Barry: "I can't see!! Will, grab my flashlight!"
Will: ::Grabs Barry's beer and drinks it::
Barry: "NO, the flashlight!!"
Will's guiding barry with a flashlight, we tear around a corner, start up a hill. the golf cart immediately putters out. We all jump off, proceed to push it over the hill, where it rips off again, all of us trying to cling on.
Me: "Brake, man, Brake!"
Barry: "Brakes don't work too good!"
Bouncing over gravel and sink holes, we stamp our feet out trying to slow the cart down before we go over the edge. We heave all the supplied onto the boat, along with the new party guests.
I drink for about another hour or so and go to pass out. I'm woken up by more people showing up at 2 loud and drunk.
Woken again. at dawn. Started doing shots of Fernet. Wow. Even in writing that looks rediculous. A debaucherous first half of the day. Nate and Kevin's hot sauce shots, 'whippets and backflips' challenge off the roof of the boat, egg fight. Bacon slapping. Drunk by 9:30, blacked out by 10.
Somewhere in the morning, I decided to head downstairs from the roof to get something. Via the amazing combination of alcohol, sunscreen, sleep deprivation, slippery feet and slippery stairs, I become the first one to fall down the stairs. It wouldn't have been so bad if the gate hadn't been open and I hadn't broken my fall with my pubococcygeus muscle area. The rest of the party was very subdued for me. Sitting down was a choreographed affair and walking was grimace-ful. A day later, it's a little better, but as I said, if it's not obviously healing by wednesday I'm gonna go in. That'll be fun.
The day lasted till about 10 pm. Long fucking day, man. It felt like 3 rolled into one with all the food and drinks we had. We had a run in with the local law regarding a golf cart none of us knew anything about and did not spend the night anywhere near the night before, there was wakeboarding, tubing, Grits, Waverunners, and two more rounds of bacon wrapped hot dogs. I won't lie, I don't want another hot dog for a long, long time.
I'm home, and happy to be so. I scored a bottle of Fernet, and some jerky. All I require is rest and writing. And tea. Ohhhh tea. A salad wouldn't hurt. Day full of chores tomorrow, and less pain? ::Hopes::
Also, the scavenger hunt is fast approaching. This year it's through Chinatown. Panda-monium 2007? Anybody? Anybody?