Chapter Three of my Wookstock V Chronicles. Whew...I didn't realize
how much we did...this will be most of Sunday and maybe some of Monday.
Ummmmmm...ok...things are a bit foggy here. Is it because Wookstock V was two
weeks ago or because of the very nature of Wookstock? We may never know, just as
we may never know if I'm like I am because of nurture or nature.
Sunday morning, waking up after a crazy fun wild nutty night of gaming and chatting
and hooting and hollering and bonding and babbling and chugging and. . .doh. . .I
just went blank. Don't mind me. Anyway, the Wookstockers wake up. The Wookstockers
look groggy. The Wookstockers feel the need to eat. I know a few Wookstockers in
particular figured a couple games of beer bowling would be a great breakfast to get
the day started off right. Some took breaks during the game to snag some of that
lovely pizza that was put away in safe storage for the night. It sure wasn't safe
in the morning with the appetites that were going around. Once again, the day started
off as most others do during Wookstock. Bowling, hanging out, stumbling around, random
"happy 4th to ya" sayings, questions, answers, ponderings for the day.
The original plan was for us to go to Niagara Falls and hang out. Then we pondered,
and we wondered, and we debated. Did we really want to sit in a car for a couple
hours just to get there, sit on a bridge for an hour, then drive back? Nah, I don't
think so. When people realized the implications of such actions it was quickly dismissed.
"Ok, so you want to stop bowling so we can sit in a hot car?" That seemed
to be the defining moment in history.
As fun as it was though, the view was getting monotonous. Whatever should we do?
Wait...there's a gorge not too far from us. Let's go for a quick hike, check out
the view, take it all in, be one with nature. Yeahhhhhh...that's the ticket. So we
piled in the cars and headed out to the gorge. We stopped at one part, hiked in a
bit, looked down and whoah what a few. A few groovy pics were taken and back to the
car. That's right...sobriety was kicking in. We had to get more apple juice. So off
we were to the drug store. Gee, ya think the people there were wondering what was
up? A bunch of ruffians walking around, making weird noises (I don't think any of
them were odd bodily functions but you can never tell with us), grabbing case after
case of beer and molesting the poor little toys. Oh yeah, I got two PEZ dispensers
too. The ones that dispense gum, the penguin and the pig. Ah, but I digress. We got
our goods and headed back to the gorge. This time to the lower part to loaf around
in the water. And oh did that water feel good. Good googly, it was perfect. Wasn't
too deep, but it was awesome 'cause we could just sit on the rocks and let the water
flow past us as we drank our juice and did random things. Random things like me losing
yet another ring. Criminy...I get so sick of losing rings. Anyway, the juice was
gone, the sun was falling past the ridge, time to get out.
The gorge...wow it was amazing 
Drivin' home, chillin', feelin' groovy. A quick stop to the grocery store to buy
grillin' goods. Hot dogs galore (and enough condiments for the Peruvian Army), chips,
marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers. So there were are, grillin' and eatin',
drinkin' and gamin'. I'm tellin' ya, this is life at its best. No worries, just doing
what feels right with the people that are right. Around seven o'clock or so it was
determined that some Advil should be taken. All that drinking...gotta have a change
of pace ya know. Keep the cobwebs out, make sure you're taking everytning in.
I believe we tried to reorganize Team Testoserone but it just wasn't happening.
The moment was lost. But alas, whenever things were down we could always blame it
on Team Astrigen. Yeah, that always works. More bowling, more wondering what the
Two Little Shits would do with their lives, more Advil. After a bit we noticed two
little lumps on the lawn. Awww, it was the Two Little Shits. They really weren't
talking so much trash anymore. They were leaving some trash on the lawn but that's
about it. Luckily for them we all had our CMU training and were able to quell the
situation. Soon they were walking upright and escorted safely back home to their
families (oh the humanity).
Time for some quotes...
"Hey Brick..."
"Whu?"
"Dude..."
"Yeah?"
"Dude...chicks dig us"
"Yeah they do"
Or even better...
"Hey dude..."
"Yeah?"
"Let's go walk."
"Yeah."
"Ok, let's go"
Just the way it was said...I don't think speech was ever like that ever before. Um,
ok, fine, nevermind. Guess you had to be there. But our walks were productive. Bricker
and me saved a chipmunk. Yeah, for real. This poor little critter was in a trap (how
we found this trap under a box next to a house is beyond me) and needed our help.
As true champions of justice, we risked life and limb to free this majestic beast
from its confines. Of course you must realize that it was about 9:00 am. I guess
some people forgot to go to bed. Oops. There are vague memories of naked people too,
but c'mon...we know nothing like that would ever happen at Wookstock. *smirk*
Ok...that's it for now. Gotta eat some food and get ready to see "Blair Witch
Project" Geeze, it's only been sold out for three days. I'm gonna get in though.
And then "The Haunting" tomorrow night. Awwwwww yeah...I'm gonna be a little
horror punk these next few days.
Enjoy.
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