Afterglow 2009 - Day 3 Monday

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Melissa tried to make Aunt Sandy S the B, and even though Aunt Sandy is kickass, she refused to drink right out of the spout. I don't know if I agree with that, but to each their own. But she did allow Melissa to fill her cup, so at least she was sharing in the fun.

The kids got to sit on the couch, which is the exact opposite from the usual Kurutz/Reck get-togethers. The couches are normally reserved for the adults, but aside from Aunt Sandy, no adults were present. I don't consider James, Melissa or myself adults because up at Afterglow, we certainly don't act like them. No one does.

It was night, we had already raged it on the KK, and now we were hanging out in Greg and Sandy's cabin again. And just like last time, we were just sitting around laughing, joking and drinking. Only this time we added a few more people to the gang.

Melissa was trying to make people S the B by holding it over their face. I hate to harp on someone, but S-ing the B is a choice, and should not be forced upon anyone. You can try to peer pressure them into doing it by chanting "do it! do it! do it!" but if they don't want to do it they won't. You have to respect people who don't do it.

Hey, do you know how I know that you're gay? Cause you are holding each other ever so gently. But I guess it's not gay if you are life partners. That doesn't imply gayness; just that you will be partners for life. There's nothing wrong with that. Hell, I used to have one of my own until he decided to get married... to a girl.

In the morning Stacy will say to me, "Hey! Were you guys at cabin #5 last night? All these cool kids were there, and they were S-ing the B!" And I'd be like, "Stacy! We were there. Have you gone mental? Hello?" It's cause Stacy was partied out and forgot we hung out. I'm amazed that could happen to someone who only drinks soda.

Sometimes box wine drives a man crazy. Sometimes it drives a man to do things that is not acceptable in civilized society. Thankfully I'm at Afterglow and not in civilized society. Sure, adult conversations happen here, and some stability has to be maintained by Pete to keep this place running, but in Uncle Greg's cabin after midnight none of that takes place. That stuff is thrown right out the window and all hell breaks loose. And for just this once, at least for me, S-ing the B is replaced with L-ing the B. My Mother would be so proud of my actions.