Hoooo boy... Did I ever have a weekend!
Looking at Gillian's pictures I got to see what I good time I missed by "being there". As some of you know, being there and "being there" are not the same.
Much better than last year's. I definitely earned my rep as one of Giggy's "scumbag hiker friends". My apologies to MEB and Carmel for my rudeness, but then again, what did you expect with THAT set up???
OK, so I drank more than I EVER have in a weekend execpt for one time up in the hills (12 pack first night, more than that the second), managed to wack two NEHH peaks, got into a long drawn out fight with Marc about Van Halen (read my entry on Elephant), did tequilla shots with a Welsh woman, smoked half a pack for the first time since college, witnessed Giggy drop his pants, cheered on Marc as he shimmied up a tree, did NOT puke or get a hangover, saw a bunch of old friends, made some new friends, heard some great music and most of all LIVED!
Thanks Sherp, Elle, and everyone else who made the weekend what it was.
On Sunday morning, as I laid in my tent remembering the night before I thought of these lyrics:
"Later, I was laying in bed trying to catch my breath. Half ashamed, half smiling at the things we did." -- Chris Isaak