Eric the Blade temporarily morphed into Eric the Shovel.
Me, Dax, Velociman, and T1G “camped out in the backâ€?. It was double-fucking cold. After 3 hours of sleep, (it was too cold to sleep in the 8 person tent that Dax built…too far away from the fire…not his fault…we had no idea it was going to get that cold.), but I awoke with about a quarter of an inch of frost on my sleeping bag and no nuts. Brother Dax was still in a chair…Velociman was falling out of his…T1G was on the outside looking in. Did I say it was cold? Real damn cold! I mean really really damn cold. It was so cold we were burning everything in sight. Lucky for Eric we couldn’t see his wood flowerpots in the dark, or they would now be ash.
Anyway:
Eric tapped out about 2:30 am, and the aforementioned (including his wife), continued down the “doing shotsâ€? path until the birds were chirping. We were in rare form…laughing and freezing our Asses off at the same time.
7:00 am.
I look out of my bag and hear and see Eric. He’s standing there with a fucking shovel, a blade, and a gun tucked into the small of his back, and he says, “I want to know who fucked UP my wifeâ€?. Looked like the Grim Reaper.
Pay particular attention to “UPâ€?, because that is the key.
It was all a joke, but he had me going for a while.
More later…. but I will say…I had a GREAT time, although the food sucked.
Just kidding!!!
I had about 15 hours of sleep in 5 days…for any of you who haven’t been to one of these blogmeets…I would suggest some practice and training beforehand. Also, come well armed.
I kid you not.
The bottom line:
No one was knifed, shot, or had the shit beat out of ‘em with a shovel.
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But there was a rocket attack on Eric’s place… this can not be discounted. *grin*
Teresa, I take full responsibilty for that…wish I’d had a couple more…
… dude.. she was a mess… but what a wake-up call, eh?… you guys rocked…
Sounds like great times…:) Wish I’d been there. Besides, we’re always gonna blame you for that shit, Yabu…no need for Eric to be asking who did it…
Oh, hey … over the summer I was “accused” of getting The Missus pulled over by the Etowah police, and I had NO ONE to back my ass up.
Hey … at least you were with friends, and armed to the gills with explosives, just in case he decided to get truculent.
Whew,and nobody was ‘run through’ with Eric’s big ass sword either. Good Lord.
That’s Eric: Putting the “Truck” in Truculent since 1972.
Wotta weekend.
Yeah.. what a frickin’ way to wake up.
Great seeing you again, man… it’s got to be done again.
You absolutely canNOT make this shit up.
Glad to hear all survived with tales of adventure to share.
I want to know who won the money ????
Ken, I won it. It was a scam…I knew the damn altimeter would not function, and I needed the cash.
Actually, the money was donated to the house to cover coffee and orange juice…or something like that!!!
Guess it should’ve gone into the gas fund. Know what I mean?
Bwahahahahah!!!!
Not sure what you’re whining about. You didn’t have nuts to begin with, shorty.
.. I used the cash to buy a pizza on Monday night….
That was a joke? Hell, I packed up and left. I’m too old to get hit by a shelva.
It was a blast. And you all were very entertaining!
Ah, you knew that altimeter was broken. You were just trying to see who would be fool enough to get his drunk ass up on Eric’s roof.