Afterglow 2015 - Day 7 Friday

 

 

 

I don't remember when or why I was given this egg, but I do know that it was colored (Easter-style) and it was hollow, containing what I was told to be a mixture of glitter and confetti. There is this lady at work (who is some kind of Spanish) and she handed them out to everyone. Apparently you are supposed to throw them at someone so that it bursts, giving that person good luck. Look, I don't pretend to know the traditions of other cultures, but that sounds made up. But it did give me something to throw into the fire on our last night at Afterglow, so I was more than happy to let it taste the flames. Tonight this egg (Spanish or not) left this World and went to another.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I tried to do some research (combing through the pookon.com archives of Afterglow and Afterglow: Rage for Timmy) to find when we first christened Señor Bingo. I do know that we were all playing Apples to Apples (not my Mom's set but the one that resides in the lodge and belongs to Afterglow) and someone drew a blank green card that had the inscription of Señor Bingo. The green cards are blank so that you can add your own adjective. Some goofball wrote down Señor Bingo and Kevin made him into one of those fist puppets. But that was the original. This red clown nose that I colored on with a Sharpie was the new incarnation. But he still burned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I previously mentioned that in 2014, I burned one of my Nalgene bottles that I had in my possession for a very long time. This year I would retire another bottle that had been with me for a seemingly forever. Nalgene bottles are advertised as being indestructible, but I proved that to be incorrect as I broke 2 in the span of as many years. The crack in this bottle proved to be the end of this beverage container. So like most things, his sentence was to die by fire. That's the way it goes. You cannot escape your destiny.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was our last night at Afterglow. By now I have made that abundantly clear. That is why we had no choice but to rage balls to the walls until the wheels fall off. For some people, this involves wearing a beach towel as a cape. Some people take a more subtle approach and toss around a light up frisbee on KK. I'm not in the business of judging people or telling them what to do, so I'm just going to say that both of these cats here raged it pretty hard on our last night at Afterglow.

When I got back to the cabin, Jenny Reck was still up so we put on 3 Ninjas. While we were reveling in the adventures of Rocky, Colt and Tum Tum (under the tutelage of 3 Ninja's Grandpa), we made a pizza. Cut into party squares. In case we had company.

 

I too was up at KK on the last night of Afterglow. Who else do you think took the pictures of BK and Kevin? It's always hard to rage proper on the last night because I have to drive home in the morning. It's the only time here where I can't be a complete mess.

 

 

 

 

 

Jenny eventually went to bed but I wasn't ready to call it a night. I wandered outside to bid the moon adieu and decided to take one last swim. I stripped down to my skivvies and waded into the water outside of Cabin #2. Since I was alone and not using the "body system", I decided to stay close to the dock for safety purposes. Even though it was not the same as the day time, I still enjoyed my night swim. And just like that, I ended up being the last person of our gang to swim at Afterglow in 2015. So I got that going for me.