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Well, as the only person who was sober for the entire weekend, I feel a profound responsiblity to document, as best I can, the SG East Coast Camping excursion. I am going to do my best to remember as much as I can and report on everyone I remember talking to, if you don't appear in this journal, sorry, you should've spent more time talking to the tall dorky guy. So, without further ado:

My SG East Coast Camping Experience
by: buckykatt666

Friday morning everyone is running late, but after getting lost, we (me, plaingurl and curlyoxide) meet up with the SG Boston convoy (pip, milf and Alkaholic23) and start the long fucking comedy of errors that was the trip to the Campgrounds in Pennsylvania.

At this point, I would like to nominate Mylf for the position of Official Den-Mother of SG Boston. You have got to love a woman who was able to get myself, Pip, Curly, and Alkaholic to the camp and back despite our near-constant confusion, proclivities for wandering away from the pack, inability to shut up (-cough- PIP -cough-), and constant need to stop for piss breaks. (And she had a smile on her face the whole time)!

I got to ride shotgun with Curlyoxide and listen to heavy fucking music for the whole trip. (Rock dude!).

After Pip drove us nearly all the way to my Dad's house in Northeastern Pennsylvania, Mylf was given a map and we drove back 50 miles from whence we came and eventually found the campground.

Shortly after arriving and building a tent, my brain decided to set itself to RETARDED and I sat around being fucking stupid for most of the night because of a certain person for no real reason whatsoever. Being exhausted out of my brain didn't help the situation so I decided to go to bed (I couldn't sleep on the million-hour car ride as I was the Executive-In-Charge of yelling at Curlyoxide before he drove into stuff or it drove into us).

Bedtime. Sleep came slow and labored, but it did come. It was fucking cold the first night, so at some point, I folded myself up into a 200 pound ball of BuckyKatt and tucked my blankets under myself in all directions to trap my breath and body heat and warm me up. A couple of hours later, Pip touches me gently on the ankle (through the blanket) to wake me and I have about a half-second of legitimate panic -- I desperately claw at the blanket, trying to find sunlight and I CAN'T GET OUT. I murmur a desperate "oh shit." at this point, Pip and Mylf are laughing their asses off, and I eventually wake-up enough to realize that I am trapped in my blankets.

Breakfast time brought the mighty Seantastic busting out omelettes and phat tunes for everyone and some sitting around talking time. I was still feeling a little stupidity from the night before so I listened to some Billy Bragg, Rasputina, and Joy Division; drank some apple juice and drew in my sketchbook for a little while.

At this point, the cool people decided to go tubing.

I feel the need to quote Office Space at this point, when Peter skips work for the first day. "I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing and it was everything that I thought it would be." Tubing was roughly three and a half hours of floating slowly down a river in an inner-tube and it was AWESOME. I had time to think and it was at this point that my brain started to unfuck-itself and I started to have a SHITLOAD OF FUN.

I paddled up to cooler jockeyRacer_X for a bottled water, and was offered a raw clam. Being the fucking smooth operator that he is, Racer X pulls out a clam and in two deft motions, shucks the top shell, cuts the meat loose and hooks my ass up. All while on a goddamn inner tube! Fucking impressive.

I got to talk a bit with CherrySodaP0P (who has a great tattoo on her chest) and Wyatt (who I hope to talk to much more in the future) and Kate who wasn't a member, just attached to someone but I don't know who (I got to talk with her more later and she was fucking cool and really interesting, so if you brought Kate, tell her I thought she was pretty fucking cool).

Somewhere in the middle of the trip we were attacked by a great white shark, despite mydogfarted's insistance that the water was too shallow. Well, I'll tell you what, I've never seen anything like it in my life, butMinimalism ripped off his shirt and killed and ate the goddamn thing WITH HIS BARE HANDS! Do you know why? Because Minimalism IS THAT FUCKING COOL!

We survived the tubing experience and were all very tired and went back to the campsite, where everyone who didn't go tubing was sitting around the campfire taking turns talking about how sad and embarrassed they were that they didn't go and how "unfun" it made them feel. We tried to cheer them up, but they just kept telling us how great we were and apologising profusely for being such wet blankets.

I hit the showers. And got back just in time to have one of the best Saturday nights I've had in a long fucking time. We're talking excellent food, good weather, music, and wonderful new interesting people to meet and talk with.

First, the food. Racer_X is so fucking awesome that I cannot talk him up enough. In the course of the weekend he rocked us with: ribs, barbecued chicken, clams, snow crabs, grilled lobster, and corn on the cob. I have never eaten so good on a camping trip. Never. I got to have a pretty nice dinner with the extremely attractive and friendly TiffanyLynn, Wyatt (and his really cool lady-friend who's name I can't remember), the aforementioned Kate, Minimalism, Whosyourlibra, and Macgrrl (both of whom later broke into song).

After dinner I ran into Plaingurl (who had just returned from karoake and country dancing with Kitty, Cash (who seemed hell-bent on challenging Pip for the title of he-who-cracks-jokes-so-bad-that-all-conversations stops), Zecrom, and some others I can't remember). Plaingurl was able to stop ogling Cash long enoughl to help me unfuck my brain completely and free myself up to have maximum fun. At this point, I ran into JamieLee and for a while it was like pretty girls were just falling out of the sky. Me and JamieLee traded peanut-butter and chocolate-based deserts with one another.

At this point, I hung out with and talked to JamieLee and GentlemanCaller for about two hours or so. They are easily the coolest people in all of Baltimore. You guys have an open invite to Grilled Cheese at my house ANYTIME you want (just wait til I bone up on Season 3 of the Family Guy). I had a really great conversation with Jamie, the kind where you cover lots of disparate topics and say and hear interesting things for the duration of the discussion. Me and GentlemanCaller mostly spoke in TV and Movie quotes, which is A-OK in my book. Their dog is cute too.

At some point I ran into Max16Characters who is taller than me (the fucker) and Mnislahi who is actually twice as beautiful in person as in her pics, with an absolutely incredible belly and enchanting eyes. I ended up liking 16Characters even though he was taller than me. At some point, we realized that our combined weight equaled 4 of Mnislahi and a good laugh was had by all (it was sorta like a perverted version of those old Total commercials where they stack the amount of the competitors bowls you'd have to eat to get one Total). Later Mnislahi, Lain, and Zecrom were discussing the relative merits of their bellies. I suggested that Mnislahi grow some belly-button hair, like the gorgeous tufts I sport. This did not sit well with Lain.

Eventually the night winded down into a bunch of happily wasted people chilling out around a campfire with one very sober BuckyKatt666 happily drinking a juice-in-the-box (apple juice by the way) in their midst. For some reason CurlyOxide and Cash were still talking loudly about baseball like it mattered or something. Crazy boys. I hung back with Alkaholic23 (who I hope to hang with more in the future) a bit, tried to keep Seantastic from passing out, and shot the shit with Max16, Zecrom, and Kittie and Trevor? and the red-haired girl, before I eventually had to call it a night.

All in all, it was an absoutely excellent time and I needed this break from my work in the worst fucking way.

Thanks so much to Curly, Pip and Mylf for getting me down there and looking out for me.

I can't thank the SG Philly folks enough for hooking this shit up. They did a great fucking job. If you ever camp with Minimalism, Racer_X, Wyatt, and Stiles (he was the pony-tailed motorhead right?) you are in great and capable hands.

Looking forward to SG East Coast Camping 2005!

FUCK THE WEST COAST!!!!