Afterglow 2009 - Day 8 Saturday

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Kevin was proudly rocking the Chinese Rice Farmer / Rayden from Mortal Kombat hat with pride, and he should because he looked damn good while doing it. At least he was able to force a fake smile, when I know deep down his true feelings were more sour than that. That's why Kevin is a bigger man than I am.

I don't know how many times I talk about it, but to me it is funny every time we bring it up. Jenny and Timmy sleep in a bedroom that must have been a converted closet. There's just enough room for bunk beds and a dresser. It's insane to ask anyone to share this space, but it's sleep here or stay home. What would you choose?

Jenny owned and was wearing one of the few remaining in tact sombreros. At first I was jealous of because my head was naked, but then I remembered that I brought this upon my self. Alcohol may have contributed to my bubbling desire to destroy my sombrero, but at the end of the day I was the one to take action to jump through it. I am to blame for this cruel act. I wonder if my cousins feel the same amount of remorse that I do, but at least they still had the farmers hats. The tattered remains of our sombreros sadly overfilled the trash can, and although we may not take them home, their memories will live forever in our hearts. I have since purchased a new one, and although it is vastly superior in quality and color, it may never be as meaningful as my first one. Nobody forgets their first one, not matter how hard you try.

Our Saturday morning leaving Afterglow diet usually consists of all sorts of random foods like frozen pizza, miscellaneous 1/8 full bags of snacks and various ice cream products. And they say Wheaties is the breakfast of champions. Stacy brought ice cream sandwiches to pass around, and everyone got their day started off the right way.

The cabin is sadly now clean and empty, and another family will be here in a few short hours to have fun at Afterglow. I don't know who has the week after us and I probably never will, but I have no doubt in saying there's no way in hell that they have as fun and rage it as hard as we do. That's not even in the realm of possibility.

Before we smushed in the cars for the 5 hour drive back home, we went down to the lake for some final pictures. We normally save family picture time for the final day, but as you saw previous, most families (including mine) took care of that a few days ago. That didn't stop Brian from dressing nice in his Mr. Rogers sweater.

Day 8 is my least favorite. We have to wake up really early and pack all our stuff up, then jam it into the car while at the same time nursing a hangover. And my Mom isn't very accommodating to the fact that my brain is trying to break through my skull. So there's really nothing about leaving Afterglow that I like. Today sucks.