Seriously.
I had a blog once and the URL was neglectedblogs.blogspot.com.
But I am going to try to be attentive to this one, because I care about it. Because I care about the person who made it for us. And because I care about you all.
To start, I'm gonna give y'all a taste of #lewisandclarkpartylyfe.
First, it is important to understand the general environment and circumstances of our parties. They are in the woods. Our party spots are lovingly referred to as The River, The Waterfall, and Broken Bridges. The latter is mostly a place you experience in transit: several thick, rotting, half-way stable railroad ties and other nameless wood-stuffs form a precarious crossing over a small ravine. The spot is generally known as a smoke spot, but it is on the way to The Waterfall. Another notable landmark on the way to The Waterfall is the ceramic dick forest. I haven't learned the official name for it, but I assume it could be somewhere along the lines of Phalic Forest, Woody Woods, The Cock Copse, or some other clever alliteration. There are just so many options. Anyways, the place is exactly what it sounds like. There are dozens and dozens of white ceramic dicks fixed to trees, I had the distinct pleasure of viewing them by headlamp, which created a lovely spotlighting effect, where suddenly, gloriously before me was an illuminated ceramic dick.
Back to the partying. Don't let me get sidetracked guys.
It's simple really. There is a bonfire or two, a drum, lots of beer, usually a few pipes being passed around, and a delightful number of plastered youngsters. Chant-like singing waxes and wanes, heated and cozy like the fire. It is generally quite enjoyable.
Anyways, that's all for tonight. Next time, you can look forward to #food which is code for #deliciousconcoctions.
Love,
Demi
P.S. There is also Wine Wednesday. Which is like a classier version of Wasted Wednesday where the outcome of a fist-fight between Steinbeck and Hemingway is discussed.
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