Back from blogmeet.

It was a blast. Great people, great food and great times.

It was good to reconnect with the people I met last year and meet a few other folks for the first time. I tried to make it around to spend time with everyone and I think I succeeded.

The beer was flowing freely and eventually the party would migrate downstairs to the river where there was a fire pit, canoe, and fishing gear. I didn't get in the water myself, partly because I didn't bring swimming clothes and partly because I was having so much fun watching people fall down. Of course me and few more hardcore partiers were there to help people up and pick up the pieces of broken lawn chairs.

I got to meet and talk to
Erica
Walrilla
Fat hairy bastard
Supergurl
Becky
T1G
Grouchy old cripple
Leslie
Holder
Jerry
Running behind
Nancy
Pup
And a lot of other cool spouses and lurkers.
If I forgot to list you, I blame the alcohol.

Often times the conversations would end up on the most hilarious topics. After the inhibitions lifted the jokes started flying. Topics included: horse screwing etiquette, the history of ancient Rome and how to engage in oral sex when faced with an abnormally large clitoris.

I don't think I've laughed so hard in my entire life.

The first night the party wound down around 2am and stupidly I had picked the top bunk of a hand hewn cedar bed. It was a mistake I would soon regret. I didn't test the bed before I got into it and failed to realize I had to climb a rough hewn stick ladder to get to the top bunk and hoist my carcass onto the matress. I seriously feared the bed was going to collapse and I was going to crush poor Jerry on the bunk below.

All the guys in the room made a pact that we would not get pissed at any snoring. Everything was cool until the farting started. I could hear ass grenades and exlposive gas going off all throughout the house. It got me to laughing again and I eventually went and slept on the screened in porch in two chairs pushed together so I wouldn't wake everyone up.

Nancy, Pup and I cooked breakfast the next morning, biscuits, sausage gravy, bacon, scrambled eggs and fruit. Then later that night everyone pitched in and there was Walrilla's home made chili, corn bread, tomato clam salad, guacamole salad,brisket, barbecued ribs and walrilla's outstanding vinegar pie for desert.

I ended up staying up all night with a few of the folks with heartier constitutions. We sat by the river till daybreak. I collapsed in a hammock on the porch for a couple hours, said my goodbyes to those who were awake and made an airport run into town with That one guy so he wouldn't miss his flight. I was thankful he was in the car with me because I was worried about driving the 100 miles after not really sleeping for two days.

Overall it was a terrific time.