At 8/13/04 05:25 AM, Painbringer wrote:
Dude, I would have gadly deposited for you had you just asked! If Mally trusts me with his password, then so should you.
You know, I'm up for yet another meetup. Only this time there are five unofficial possibilities in near-random order
It's not a matter of trust, you know. It's just that I want everything on my account to be something that I and I alone worked for. It's one of those obsessive-compulsive things. I have never asked another person to deposit for me and I don't really ever plan to. See the 5,045 Experience that I have right now? Every single point of that was something accumulated on my own. No one else. Oh, and as for meeting up again, I'm up for that, but I'm going to be a tad bit busy from now until the end of summer. If we can arrange a time that's good for both of us though, I'd like to meet up at the same place and time but instead of doing the usual stuff we always do, I say you take me and Stasia -- assuming she comes, of course -- on a tour of your stomping grounds. That sound good to you? Just avoid planning something around the weekends if you want to do this before the end of summer though. Next weekend, my friends want to do some sort of film festival at my house and the weekend after that, they all want to go camping again. Even though I just got back home from camping with them, like, two hours ago. I still smell like bug spray and cheap beer. That reminds me. I still need to rant about that.
The first day up there wasn't what I'd call enjoyable. I went up to Keats Island carrying a backpack loaded with clothes and personal belongings and an awkward-as-hell duffle bag with my sleeping bag in it and I was completely unprepared for the 1.5 km hike that I had to endure when our boat landed. After what seemed like hours, we finally set up camp, but by then, I was so exhausted, I didn't feel like doing anything. I'm not even exaggerating. The T-shirt I was wearing was so sweaty by the time we reached camp that it actually took two full days for it to dry out completely. Disgusting, I know. The night was fun though. Had ourselves a small drinking party and somehow, I even managed to get some work done on my screenplay, even with all the drunken singing going on. I don't remember too much after that though. I guess that's to be expected.
Day two was better for me. Sure, it was mostly low-key, but I kind of like it that way. Since we all went to sleep at around four in the morning the night before, I just slept the entire time. Same sleeping arrangements as last time too. Me sharing a tent with the only two single girls on the trip, one of which is now a model. Rrowr. But yeah, the second night was very much like the first one. Everyone was knocking back these horrible-tasting cheap beers called Ironhorse beers, and because of the elevated alcohol content, it didn't take long for just about everyone there to get kind of sloshed. I knew my limit though. I just drank two and sat back to watch the show. And it raged on through the night. Which was hilarious because apparently, when my friends are all drunk, they're all really protective of each other. So every few minutes, someone would try and wander off drunkenly only to get tackled from behind by someone else screaming, "No, you can't run off. You're hosed!". Of course, the irony here is in the fact that more often that not, the person doing the tackling was even more drunk than the person trying to run away, so I had a good time watching. Besides, there's just something inherently funny about talking to someone who doesn't just lack the capacity to recite the alphabet backwards, but who also is seemingly unaware of the alphabet's existence. It was a good party night. We came about this close to getting kicked out of our campsite though, but we finally managed to quiet down enough to resume an ostensible sense of sobriety. Hell, I even got a good night's sleep last night. Yep, yesterday was a good day.
Today was nothing major. We just spent all day trying to get back home and as you can see, I made it back safe, sound, and for the most part, sober. I was so hungry though. The second I made it onto the ferry, I immediately bought myself a thirteen-dollar meal and downed it all. After all, I did have to do that 1.5 km hike again carrying all of the same stuff. But yeah, I'm back now. And for the next two weeks, I'm stuck at and around my home. It's been a good trip though. The second major group trip we've had. And in two weeks, we get to knock that count up to three. I better start putting away some more money for canned goods and canned drinks, no? I just hope I'm not stuck with this Ironhorse crap again.
![the slackers crew]()
