Afterglow 2010 - Day 6 Thursday

Thursday night means video and awards. Since none of us participate much anymore in activities, we decided to skip the ceremony. Then my Mom called me and told me we had to be there. So we arrived late and had to take the remaining seats. Brian had to sit next to Carol but luckily he had a secret weapon - a giant mug of booze to deal with it.

Tommy and Stacy deserved to be crowned Horseshoe Champions of 2010 because they definitely earned the title. By triumphing over crafty old veterans like Mom and myself they proved they are capable of standing on the same pedestal as their predecessors. I know I never doubted them, for I was once a kid myself.

After the ceremony ended we stuck around in the lodge 'cause we got no place else to go. That's not entirely the truth, but the only 2 things left to do before we called it a night was to sing at the campfire and rage it on KK. Those would happen in just a matter of time.

Just when I thought we were too old for awards, Brian showed me I could still win "Spirit of the Week" (formerly Athlete of the Week) at an older age. True I do have 8 years on Brian, but it doesn't hurt to dream, right? Someday I will obtain the same status as my peers.

My Mom finds the cheapest toys that give us the most joy in life. Earlier in the week I showed you pictures and videos of those balloons, but tonight she busted out glow sticks, necklaces and this glow ball. The glow ball entranced all of us, but Tommy was especially held captive by its' mystical forces. Once you stay into the very depths of the transfixer you enter a world from which you may never return. It's some scary shit.

You can never let a man go down that dark pathway by himself, so sometimes you gotta bite the bullet and join him. First I grab the transfixer and stared into the Abyss and Jenny later followed suit. Tommy needed a couple of friends in his long and challenging journey back to reality, so who better to accompany him? I could name at least 100, so instead we're going to pretend there are no better people than us to travel with.

Uncle Greg was at the upper echelon of his game at the campfire session tonight. He must have came to the fire tonight ready to party full of Bacardi. The picture on the right was taken during our performance of "Down by the Bay" which featured background vocals by Uncle Greg and the entire Band offering up their suggestions of what their mother would say. I know that you've heard the song already because you were there. The only people who seriously read this Afterglow crap are my family members, and all of them were up there with me when it happened.

Some people might call Baby Beluga, Down by the Bay and All God's Critters baby songs, but I dare you not to sing along when you hear them. If you are still only 1% kid your childhood instinct takes over and you remember that everyone can and must sing along.

Even though Tim loved to play guitar, every artist needs to rest. And while they do, another artist steps up and leads the audience in song. Tim didn't play on "Down by the Bay" but he contributed with vocals. His "have you ever seen a dragon pulling a wagon?" is priceless.

We used to all play cousin poker in the lodge past lodge hours, but tonight Tommy was up in the lodge playing poker...with himself. We could see everything he was doing up there, including mining for nose gold. He was oblivious to most things Brian said. Coming from Brian?

Home

We usually sit around until the last log is out. Despite being a rowdy group, we actually adhere to the no logs on the fire after 11:30pm Red Book rule. That's because the more time we spend here the less time we have to spend up on KK raging it. They way it should be.