Tuesday, August 23, 2005

weekend and the fish

WARNING: this post may change as i get my pictures back.

there was one place i wanted to be this weekend and it was about a four-hour drive away from where i ended up - but you know, what I had a fantastic (if painful) time anyway.

saturday was the six-month anniversary of Hunter S. Thompson's suicide and he was flying high for the last time. so while the hanger-ons, revelers and hullabaloos where crowding around Aspen CO to memorialize a strange character in US history and his equally strange Gonzo Journalism (the fist is two feet taller than the statue of liberty, by the way) - we - my brother, his girlfriend, Hamlet and I - were having our own little ceremony.

(drunken girl, fire & camera = a potentially dangerous situation)

this involved a roaring camp fire, blackened catfish, jack daniels, old chub, gravity and song (ok, no singing, but it fits nicely in the memory). my bro and i toasted many a drunken time to that infamous outlaw and i paid my tribute by falling off a rock (many times) and nearly knocking myself out on a chair(don't ask). the afternoon rain had left enough mud to get my new hiking boots dirty and even though i deserve one, i didn't end up with a black eye.

before sunset and this drunken carrying on, we off-roaded a bit in a truck nearly too big for the jeep-trails, karate-kicked burned-blackened stumps of trees and shot each other with paintball guns in an improvised game of king of the hill.

by the time sunday came around i was hungover, bruised, battered and disoriented, but happy - happy we didn't accidently set forest aflame, happy to be out of the house for a few days, happy that i had some good camp-coffee and breakfast burritos to wake up to, happy to be alive and in nature and if you think that sounds cheesy, you're really weird.

11 little fish:

Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

HST's government-issue tombstone (hah!) will be inscribed with

"It never got weird enough for me."

me, i just wish they'd leave the fist up. too much to ask, i guess.

12:24 PM  
Blogger anne swam up to say...

Of course we're going to ask how you nearly knocked yourself out on a chair.
And it didn't sound cheesy.

12:28 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

yeah jenn from all that i've read about it (even in "Japan Today"), as much as i wanted to be there, to see that, i think our toasts where more in the spirit of HST

anne, suffice to say by sunday, i was limping (with both legs which is a skill) with a swollen eye and a mighty head ache... as for the chair, can't i just say we got into a fight and leave it at that. it won, but i taught it... no, actually i just got my ass kicked

1:00 PM  
Blogger Carl V. swam up to say...

Sounds like a good deal of fun, no cheese at all!!!

1:34 PM  
Blogger phylos swam up to say...

I hope there were many of us, all over the place who drank ourselves into a stupor, popped a tab of this or that on Saturday night in memory of the great man. Didn't it seem so fitting?

4:18 PM  
Blogger jenn see swam up to say...

(giggle) no, you're weird.

10:36 PM  
Blogger tescosuicide swam up to say...

I guess I'm weird... lol

8:25 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

yeah well tesco, we knew that :)

10:04 AM  
Blogger banzai cat swam up to say...

Eek! I hope nobody tried any fire-breathing with all that Jack Daniels around. Trust me, charred tongue isn't good with the opposite sex... er...

Good to know you're back. :-)

3:17 AM  
Blogger Chemical Billy swam up to say...

I lifted a glass o' my own, mysfit. Nicely done, nicely written.

11:36 PM  
Blogger mysfit swam up to say...

thanks and welcome back chemical billy

10:40 AM  

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