Afterglow - Rage for Timmy

As you will see below the setting sun created a very stunning glow over the lake, an "after glow" if you will. See what I did there? I just figured out how Burt named this joint. I'm a god damn genius.

I simply love these pictures because they are beautiful. But at the same time as a writer I can't stand them because whatever I type here will pale in comparison. So I'm going to fill up the remaining space and you keep on looking to see if there is a man chilling on the moon.

By the time we got back to the cabin it was almost completely dark and it was dawning on us that this was our last night at Afterglow. Seeing as tomorrow we would be home we decided to take some family pictures. The first one was with Eddie and the Kids and the second one was with Mom and the Kids. It would have been nice to get one with all of us but none of Uncle Mike's Alligators, the Blurry Sasquatch, the Teenage Bears or all God's Critters offered to take the picture. Damn animals. What are they good for? At least they taste good. Yes. Yummy yummy.

Without the flash on you could see that it was dusk and the last remaining light was saying goodbye. That's too sentimental for the guys so we instead stood there and looked tough. We're badass.

My family loves to play games. And not just messing with each other and tell our siblings that they were adopted. Not those kind of games. I'm talking about the "good old sit around the table and play games" kind of games. That night we played our favorite Apples to Apples.

Afterglow is all about traditions and even though we were the only ones down at the fire we still busted out the guitars and put on a show. That's what Timmy would have done. Rage for Timmy.

I will never understand Brian + Kevin's LP connection as long as I live. They're too close for both being dudes. Maybe I just haven't found mine. And I'm ok with that. I don't hug dudes and hold them.

Pete didn't give us a whole lot of firewood to play with but it was getting late anyway. There was a Soccerama going on (Scott or Mitchell had their soccer team over) and some of them joined us but thankfully they didn't hang long. Don't ruin my good time.

I'm a mess. A big fat hairy mess. I don't know why I've let myself come to this point but here I am. It's no wonder I've been single all these years. No person on Earth could ever fall in love with me. Thankfully I have my cat and this site. What more could I need?

We followed the Red Book rules and stopped putting logs on the fire after 11:30pm. When the fire burned out we went to Rage on KK like we always do. But Jenny and Brian passed out and didn't join us, so they missed out on the fireworks display of snakes.

Because it was night at Afterglow it meant that we had to start a fire down by the lodge. It didn't matter that it was really cold out and not even a bonfire could warm us up. We were going to do it anyway. There are some things at Afterglow that transcend the seasons.

There comes a certain time when you're feeling it and a snack break is in order. We needed chips and soda stat so we drove into Phelps to harass the local gas station attendant. We tore around the store in a frenzy and were probably the most exciting thing to happen in town that night since a deer crossed Highway 17 around 5:30pm. The clerk told us to drive home safe and I could tell that she really meant it.

Home

There was no amount of convincing or no amount of booze we could offer Jenny and Brian to come rage with us on KK. We tried to remind them that it was our last night at Afterglow but they were both too tired to even spend a few minutes up here. I'll give them a little bit of a break because it was damn cold out but if you are going to Rage for Timmy you have to rage balls to the walls until the wheels fall off.

I can't tell what this hunk of shit is. It looks like something wrapped in tin foil that was once edible. Like he often does with things, Kevin tried to put it in his mouth. I don't know what he was thinking but then again I've given up trying to understand this enigma of a kid.