From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Rich Clark, aka Left
Rev Egg Plant, ULC, CotSG)
Date: Mon, Jul 7, 2003 6:03 PM
After completing the journey from Metro Detroit to Sherman,
Honestly Now and I arrived at approximately 11pm on Thursday night.
Trying to find anyone in the dark was nearly impossible, so after
about an hour of driving around Brushwood, we made our temporary camp
just north of the drive-in. Spent the evening getting some sick movies
in at the drive-in, then retired to our tents to catch some zzzzs
after smoking a coupla frop sticks.
I awoke Friday morning with my bladder screaming to
Suspecting there might be a chance I could use one of the portajohns
near the poolhouse, I headed off in that direction. Nope, no luck,
all were positioned facing each other so as to prevent their use.
A few well-placed questions and I was directed to the four-flusher
on the south side of the camp, down past Tranquility Base. Finished
business, stumbled outta the stall and followed the screaming to find
Len the Comm just a few yards away -- Houston, we have hookup!
Broke temp camp and moved to our permanent position
just north of and
across the road from the round house, smoked some more fropsticks,
then discovered that we were starving! Headed on into Sherman and
found the restaurant there was rather good at breakfast. Came back,
showered up and hit the tub and pool and we were both feeling rather
near superhuman once again.
At last, we began our quest at finding things to make
comfortable, so a trip back out to town was in order. The Conspiracy
jackbooted thugs were out in full force and one of their ilk disliked
our speed as we headed off to Jamestown to find a liquor store. We
might have gotten off with a warning if we hadn't forgotten my corncob
pipe in the ashtray, which magically disappeared when the cop came
back to hand out his little paper chit. We continued on, and after
much searching located a very well-stocked liquor store and stocked
up. Another quick stop at a small convenience store for snacks and
lunchmeat and we were good to go.
The fun proceeded, we wandered the camp with Len and
met a few of the
SubG heavies, including Stang, Phloighd and the group at the
#subgenius campsite and wandered around checking things out. A few
more fropsticks got smoked, a good lunch of lunchmeat sandwiches, a
coupla drinks and a nap later and we were energized enough to head off
to the pavilion to see who would rant. I tried my hand but was too
drunk and fropped up to bother uttering more than a few sentences,
mispronounce my clench name and then end it all speaking in tongues.
We hung out for the Amino Acids show, and watched as
lightning" came closer and closer. After the show finished up, we
headed off to our site, buttoned things up, and prepared to weather
the storm... oh, shit, gotta pee again. Off to the four-flusher,
drain the vein, get back in time to stay mostly dry. I was rather
pleased with the performance of my tent and wondered how the fuck it
survived the storm.
Rev Honestly Now didn't luck out so well. He told us
all that he
ended up inside his tent, bone dry... until he realized he had left
car windows open. Getting them closed ended up with him becoming
totally soaked, and leaving a huge puddle on the floor of his once dry
tent. Poor bastard. We all got through it okay; somewhere along the
line Honestly Now got out his bongos and joined in the drumming in an
attempt to get the storm to move on, which it eventually did. By this
time, I was snug in my sleeping bag and took advantage of it to catch
some more zzzzzs.
I awoke somewhere along about daylight but not having
a watch, I had
no idea what time it was. Turns out that after my obligatory trip to
the four-flusher, then to the site to crawl back under the tent and
the countdown had already passed -- damn it, missed the disappointment!!
Ah, well, another trip into town for breakfast, this
time to Findley
Lake. Hoo boy, avoid that town looking for food, if you ever decide
to go there. The restaurant wasn't too crowded (a bad sign for the
only place in town open), the service was abysmally slow, and we were
entertained by the waitress as she trained her daughter-in-law (or
son's girlfriend, what-the-fuck-ever). We ate, left a meager tip, got
gas around the corner at the hardware store, then headed back to get
showered and bathed.
Y'all saw me in my Bob-cap and crazy little Brushwood
frock as I hung
out. Got Bobtized in the mass Bobtism held by Legume at the pool
after folks expressed displeasure at bathing in the insect- and
reptile-infested pond. Steve laid around, Len wandered the camp, and
I hung out near the food stand, occasionally froppin' from outta my
Wandered back campside, drank some more, took a nap,
awoke in time to
head down and catch Stang's rant and help paint the Frop Wagon.
Stayed for part of the Amino's show, then headed back to camp, copped
some more zzzz's and got up in time to roast marshmallows in the
bonfire at the roundhouse. Stayed up, watching the fire, listening to
the drums and watching people dance and slowly break away, then headed
back to sack out.
As a side note: Bob fuck me, for I sleep too much...
I'm going to
see a sleep specialist the evening of the 8th, an appointment I've
had scheduled for some time as I can hardly sit still without dozing
off, and driving is becoming an adventure as I cruise around Detroit
from jobsite to jobsite, fixing computers to keep the Con and his tax
collectors off my ass, trying not to sleep alone in a moving vehicle.
I'm praying to Bob for the gift of a CPAP machine after my appointment
tomorrow, and am looking forward to the change in energy levels that
will inevitably result. I've been told by my spooge receptacle that
I do get apneic in my sleep, so I'm certain that this is going to be
Anyway, got up the next morning at the ass-crack of
dawn, packed up
camp, said farewell to the MI SubG's and anyone else around, stopped
off long enough to shower and tub, then hit the road by about 8:30.
Had a nice trip home, arrived about 2:30pm, and was very happily
greeted and fucked by my wonderful little space princess, who would
have attended if it weren't for her own Conpiracy job at the hospital.
So, there it is in a nutshell. A fine time was had
by this SubG, and
next year, I will hopefully be there again, CPAP machine and my SubG
geisha by my side.
Much Smoke and Frop to y'all.
"In the anals [sic] of internet history no story has generated more hilarity
than the day the florida spammers all got together, pooled their meager
resources, and committed mass-suicide in Federal Court, while many of
those they were trying to sue nearly died laughing." Quaestor on NANAE 4/25/03
TINLC Unit #2309 Death to all spammer accounts. WWSB?
Subject: Re: 6-XDay After Action Report
From: "Rev. Nickie" <email@example.com>
Date: Tue, Jul 8, 2003 10:30 PM
On 07 Jul 2003, you wrote in alt.slack:
> At last, we began our quest at finding things to
make ourselves more
> comfortable, so a trip back out to town was in order. The Conspiracy
> jackbooted thugs were out in full force and one of their ilk disliked
> our speed as we headed off to Jamestown to find a liquor store. We
> might have gotten off with a warning if we hadn't forgotten my corncob
> pipe in the ashtray, which magically disappeared when the cop came
> back to hand out his little paper chit. We continued on, and after
> much searching located a very well-stocked liquor store and stocked
> up. Another quick stop at a small convenience store for snacks and
> lunchmeat and we were good to go.
Next time, try the even closer liquor store in Corry,
PA- perhaps we should
have put directions to all these sorts of necessities on the flier. Next
Original file name: 6-XDay After Action Report - converted on Tuesday, 22 July 2003, 10:45
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