More On Gulf Wars 2008

So I gave y’all a brief summary of the vacation. I met a few interesting people, one I can quote, but don’t know his name. He stated that while on a plane, he had a t-shirt on that said “YOU ARE ALL SHEEP.” The lady that was sitting next to him asked if he was a religious man. He said politely, “No Ma’am I’m Scottish.” Wheee! That was hilarious.

On some cool morning or another, it got down to the 40’s at night, we arose to wander through the encampment and get some breakfast at the chow hall. It’s got a little general store in it for miscellaneous things like soda and energy drinks, candy, and basic toiletries. If you had the misfortune of forgetting your tooth brush, they were as generic as having a simple piece of hard plastic with bristle like objects attached to one end that would scrape the shite out of your gums if you weren’t careful. That was me my first GW! Jooooy. Not this time boys and girls. Anyhoo, back to wandering for breakfast, two guys wander up to our table and ask we mind if they ate breakfast with us due to limited space. Got to chatting, seemed like nice folks from another Kingdom, Gleann Abhann. So that was all well and good. I mention if they want to come and hang out with us later to look for the flaming nuts in Midrealm’s area.

Yes, you read it correctly, FLAMING NUTS. I shall explain. We camped with Wednesday Company this year. It was an altogether treat in some respects, lots of passersby would admire the flaming acorn regalia and arms. Throw in tiki-torches shaped like acorns and a squirrel fetish; it was easy for folks to find us by telling them to look for the flaming nuts.

“Regardez la sheet…” Another quote. Watch out for the poopai! There was a royal procession on horse back that was pretty darn cool to watch as it went right by our camp. All the kingdoms in attendance had horses! Gorgeous! Someone’s poor equine had the case of runny poops. Oh yeah, it was the size of a watermelon and runny and gross. So, someone in our camp tried to make a French sounding phrase that sounded funny. “Regardez la sheet.” And I would repeat “Watch out for the poopai!” It was a worthwhile giggle or two.

I think that night I tried to drink myself into a blissful drunken state of mind, then had an alien belly attack and had to stop the drinking. It didn’t stop me from enjoying the fact that Adam was smiling and giggly toasty on Fekkin’ Irish Whiskey and something else. Another friend of ours was so drunk he fell out of a camp chair, nearly took out a tent awning, and then staggered off someplace. Turns out he was stuck in a port-a-potty proclaiming how nice they were because he couldn’t fall down in one. Our Gleann Abhann buddy from breakfast found the flaming nuts and joined us.

Mind you, there’s a set up for this one. When you drive into the camp site, you’ll find these ¾ inch thick plywood people cut outs mounted into the ground by rebar 3 feet down. No easy task to get these in and out of the ground! I woke up the next morning to find three plywood people in our camp sitting on our camp chairs with a camp mate eating a bowl of salsa and chips for breakfast and having a conversation with them while offering food. He was being quite silly. Bless our pranking Gleann Abhann pal! At some point, someone made off with the plywood gypsy wench and stuck in someone’s bed over on the Northshield encampment. Hee-hee. I wish I coulda seen that one happen. Oh well, that’s about all the highlights I can think of at the moment.

Tammolly~ Getting organized.


...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…

Y’All Come Back Now Yah Hear!!

The vacation in Mississippi was nice. It was a wonderful 10 day break away from the job, home, and such. It was even nice to spend a few days with the Mom and step-dad. I could have done without the alien belly that would flare up to ruin inclinations of partying or fencing. The trip to New Orleans involved multiple doses of Immodium AD during the drive there to thwart the random alien attacks. I only wish I had taken that approach earlier in the week to have been able to have more fun rather than sit about the camp like a feeble old person. Granted, it was spent with Adam and that was nice. Sitting around a portable fire pit and chatting it up with friends old and new.

It seemed there was definitely a plague going about the Gulf Wars encampment. Folks from Northshield were hit with it especially it seemed. Adam was coughing it up all week, partly due to not going to the doctor for 3 weeks prior to GW. The bright side, we had lots o’ quality time together and I don’t think I was bitchy most of the week.

New Orleans was interesting in a pedestrian sense. You could walk everywhere and see lots of neat things that Katrina hadn’t wiped out, like Bourbon Street. The more pathetic aspect of New Orleans was the fact that the outskirts of the city, the burbs surrounding the area, they looked like downtown Baghdad after a nice fire bombing. Looted to high heavens, Wal-Mart was an empty pathetic boarded up shell. Housing was still in shambles, places with no roofs, collapsed, dilapidated, and very disheartening to see. Especially when you see all the new construction going up all over the place, clearly none of the poor African American population can’t and could never afford to rent or own.

I was amazed at the concentration of African American folks. It was scary thick in some areas. Like, the only Caucasians I saw roaming about were either tourists feeling about as secure as I did or they were cops, dealers, or natives of the area that just didn’t give a shit anymore. Definitely saw a unusual amount of mental outpatients running amuck too. Go figure. Otherwise, Nawlins was architecturally interesting and I had some of the best shrimp ever! I highly doubt that it would be an appealing place to go to for Mardi Gras for me though. If I want to party like a rock star, I’ll just go to Pennsic and join an amoeba of wandering drunks instead or find a Northshield party to attend. =)

Tammolly~ Making a post because it’s been a while and needed to babble.

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin…