The very first Wookstock. Meant to be a time of loud music (was
gonna have a couple bands), lotta lovin' (hey, a bunch of us
just graduated from college...horomone city I tell ya), and
who knows what else. So a bunch of us from Carnegie Mellon drove
up there and were welcomed with four kegs of yummy apple juice
(code word for "beer"), fire pits, nice spots to camp (wanting
it to be sorta Woodstockish), and people ready for a good time.
From what I can recall, we got there on a Friday and started
the "festivities". As night drew on, the apple juice kicked
in, we played fun games like um, tag or something. You know,
games kids play. Laugh as you will..."what, Gen X people playing
'kid' games?" Hell yeah, and it was fun. Then we plopped ourselves
in the tent (well, most of us did...some "slept" by the fire)
and dreamed the night away. The next day, we figured food would
be good. Somehow we ended up in Buffalo to get some authentic
Buffalo wings. I'll leave the social commentary on what that
did to some of us out of this review (let's just say that some
people experienced the "red ring was a hummin' syndrome". And
then we ended up in Niagara Falls. Roamin' around, checkin'
out the sights, watching perverted old men check out the sights
of the women in our group (someone has a pic of the fellow just
bent over staring...heh heh). And of course our silly antics.
Finally we realized we had our beverages back at home base and
we went back to consume more beverage. Our beer bowling game
turned quite odd as it was outside and a ping pong ball blows
around quite easily. We had to get creative and use substances
like ketchup to weigh it down. Oh my.
Oh yeah, let's not forget our covert missions to the cow fields.
I broke in my new Nikes quite well that night.
And the Magic Bus.
And people smacking golf balls at plates trying to smash them.
And the bonfires from hell...
And...
Some of the original founding
fathers and mothers of Wookstock (what's with the chicks
droppin' trou?)
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