Afterglow 2016 - Day 4 Tuesday

 

 

Uncle Rick commits himself to one dive a year. I don't want to disclose his age (he's a few years younger than my Mother who is the the oldest of the 4 Kurutz siblings), but you can do the math by knowing how old I am. So it's nothing short of a miracle that he continues to go out here year after year and throw caution into the wind and put his life at the mercy of the waters of Afterglow Lake. When he leaves the safety of the high dive board, his life is in the hands of God Herself as he plummets towards the uncertainty that exists at the surface and below the waters.

The Horseshoe Tournament is supposed to be mixed doubles (one guy and one girl on each team), but every now and then we have a guy on guy team. It is even more rare then to have a guy on guy team taking on another guy on guy team, but that is what was happening tonight when Curtis and Pinkman took on BK and Kevin. Man on man - loving every minute of it!! Too much time has passed for me to know who won, but when there is this much dude action, everybody is a winner. Even those that watched.

 

By this point the Revolution was in full effect as me, BK, Stacy, Curtis and Pinkman were out on the HD and in Rage Mode. It was Tuesday. We were at Afterglow. What better reason is there to celebrate the moment? As far as I am concerned, this is what life is all about. Good times, good people, good weather, good structural engineering of this seaworthy vessel to hold us aloft and a good amount of nonsense. It was good. It was very good.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kevin was probably in the mix from the start but he wasn't in the previous pictures, which could only explain the reason why I left him out in the previous statements. That has to be the case, because I would never purposely leave him out of this story. Why would I do that? He's such an important character in this story and a big part about why we are the way we are. It's not complete without him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Uncle Rick survived his high dive jump. We all know that now thanks to time and photographic proof. But for some reason unbeknownst to Man, God nor Beast, he decided to chance his luck again by taking a sail out on the high seas. The unforgiving waters of Afterglow Lake have yet to claim a single sailor, but she is thirsty for the blood of the innocent fool to set sail. And you may be her first victim.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       

 

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Aunt Maria brought over watermelon not mixed with Tostitos salsa (she didn't want to step on my toes) and they sat down on the table outside of Cabin #2. We always have Mexican Night over there because they have the most space. And when you have space, you have enough room for all of the wayward travelers that are looking for a bite to eat and a place to rest their weary bones.

 

If I told you in complete and agonizing detail, you would not believe how long it took me to set up, film, edit and post these videos of me jumping off of the dock and doing these cannonballs. Here's a hint - it took a long, long portion of my day. But in the end (as you can clearly see and hear by my joyous yelling) it was all worth it. How many other times during the year do I have the chance to jump and yell out  "HELLO AFTERGLOW!!" or "HEY WASHINGTON!!" and film the results? Not very many. You might even say that I only get one chance per year, so I would be remiss to not take advantage of any given moment to let free and jump into the watery abyss. And with God as my witness and with booze on my breath, I took off from the pier and jumped into the wild blue yonder. For your viewing pleasure of course.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday = Mexican Night. The math doesn't exactly work out in the numerical sense, but most people around these parts are smart enough to solve the equation. All that matters really is that you get there in the end. Don't listen to the Professor who says that you have to show your work. That is why I made watermelon salsa to bring to the festivities. Truth be told, had I shown my work they would have seen I just mixed watermelon with a jar of Tostitos Medium Salsa. This is exactly why you don't ask someone to show their work. You should just accept that the end result is correct.

 

 

 

 

With ethnic food in our bellies (if I am even allowed to say it that way without upsetting anyone), we sat out and enjoyed the beautiful evening.  I walked on down towards the lake to see the serenity that descends upon this place every so often. I can't tell you how long I stood down there, but when I got back I found Kevin and BK chillin' in some chairs outside of #1. But then shit was about to go down.