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14 July 2002 @ 11:57 am
Magical Freakin' Swevening. *  

[Edit: drawdrunks.jpg has been lost.]

Yes, I am left-handed ... but when you're in a position like this (or kneeling, a doodle which I have not scanned yet), you don't really give a damn about accuracy.

Is it a compliment when drunk people really, really like your work? o_O

So, I'm back from the Magical Freakin' Swevening. This trip has confirmed my long-held suspicion that the only reason whatsoever to go camping in Indiana is to get drunk off your rocker in the company of other folks doing the same, so the trip was a bit interesting for me (as I was one of two individuals not drinking). While the others were drinking themselves into oblivion or into pure silliness, I was either drawing or staring into the fire ... I went through the rest of my new sketchbook, resulting in a quest through fifty miles of cornfields to find the closest Walmart.

Well, I should start from the beginning. We got lost on the way there, but successfully arrived at the campground (albeit much later than we had at first intended to). I would not camp there again had I a choice, the trek to the flushing toilets was far, far longer than promised, the playground was kind of sucky, and the beach has actually been inaccessible (or closed) for the past three years, and will continue to be so for two more. o_O

Sakaki - ::SNEEZE:: Oh god, Nature.

Anyway, we got there, and guess who got there with me? Yes, that's right, dear ol' Aunt Flo, who usually visits around that time of the month but was so late this month, I had figured that she wasn't coming. I about panicked, because that time of the month is usually pretty awful for me - we wound up obtaining Midol's Cramp Formula on our long, winding Walmart trip, but strangely enough, I didn't need it. o_o Except for the morning after my period started, I felt no pain and no nausea. I don't know my body now. O_o No constant pain, nausea, or cramping? Who's taken me over??

Oh, before I forget, I should mention our fellow campers, who were a bit nutty. They looked to be members of a LARP (Live-action role play) at first, but later I realized that they were merely using the "more medieval" setting in which to drink like mad. They came over and greeted us, and I found it quite amusing that we, in regular street clothes, were referred to as "naked," though their "more medieval" clothing mainly consisted of ornamented bathrobes, nightgowns, and artistically draped sheets.

Of this group, there was an individual known to us as "Ryan," or "Shades." He seemed nice enough (although apparently he's done just about every drug there is to do in Indiana), and all was well, until the second night arrived.

That's when things got weird, as far as he was concerned.

I've never seen anyone drink so damn much hard liquor and still stand up straight, although by his tenth mug of the "grog," he was losing it. He had been remarkably lucid but all that was going down the hill, and we rather wanted to be rid of him, as he wanted to sit on the tupperware container full of water that could not hold his weight.

He began talking about how he was alcoholically attracted to me, and how I was the sexiest, hottest woman there. He asked me if I could sleep, knowing that I was the hottest woman there. I said, "I think I'll manage" and vanished from the area, running after some friends who had walked off searching for some friends who had wandered off with firecrackers while drunk.

He was escorted off our campground and zipped into his tent, but he came back, reportedly telling my friends that he understood me, and that I understood him, because I was Japanese, and I had that "Japanese understanding."

So I guess I have achieved my goal of convincing someone, during my lifetime, that I am Japanese. This is, however, not a true victory to me - one, he was drunk off his ass, and two, I didn't even try. It hadn't occurred to me, besides the fact that as someone of mostly English and German descent, I look so American, I scream Midwestern Corn Child. Ah well.

I'm sad that in real life, I only attract weirdos and drunkards. T_T;;;;

I'm really smelly, yuck. The working water was such a trip that we didn't bother brushing our teeth, and the term "showers" could only be applied to the "showers" in the most kindly, exaggerated of senses. There was no swimming since the dam was in a state of repair, so basically you had drunk/hungover people hanging around the fire at night, or in the full heat of the sun during the day. We're all quite ripe.

You probably already knew this, but:
ground = hard = me waking up at seven a.m.

Now, for quotes from the weekend. Note - the digits are appended to "friends" only to separate individuals, the same number may not refer to the same person in more than one quote.

Friend1 - Illinois is better than Indiana!!
Sakaki - That's only because you think you live there.
::a pause ensues::
Friend2 - ::whispers:: Was that intentional?
Friend3 - Were you trying to confuse him?
Friend1 - ... I know I live there, dammit!!

"This is nothing compared to when I was in somebody's closet, curled in a fetal position."

DrunkPerson1 - Don't burn that, that'll be noxious fumes!!
DrunkPerson2 - Hell yeah it is!

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"Lay down on your back. LAY DOWN ON YOUR BACK."


"The first time was a dare, the second was just to make sure."

Friend1 - But that's not fat like a bumblebee.
Sakaki - It was fat.
Friend2 - Before I squished it.

"You came along 'cause some goo mixed together."

* Swevening: noun. A term encompassing the entire weekend but emphasizing the evening in which vodka bottles are a bit less obvious and in which people get mindlessly drunk.
Current Mood: smelly
Look at Me, I'm a Winner!shippo on July 14th, 2002 02:37 pm (UTC)
Heh.. Sounds like you had a fun weekend... Well, maybe not.. But, just think... you can watch anime now :)
One Who Wanders: bwhahaabiona on July 14th, 2002 04:14 pm (UTC)
Yes, yes I can. ::giggles madly and then glomps you enthusiastically::
Look at Me, I'm a Winner!: Dorkshippo on July 14th, 2002 04:26 pm (UTC)

/me is glomped!
odheirreodheirre on July 14th, 2002 03:35 pm (UTC)
Well, I've actually had non-alcohol-related camping - depends on where you go. The area just near the Indiana-Illinois border on I74 has some really nice places - Shades Park, Starved Rock. Plus, the Beefhouse in Covington is a great steak place - a good reward for communing with the Outdoors!

Sad to hear about your weekend - dealing with drunks is no fun.
One Who Wanders: bouncyabiona on July 14th, 2002 04:13 pm (UTC)
Turkey Run's another one! Last time my family went, we didn't camp there, but I did enjoy the trails.
Look at Me, I'm a Winner!: Hey babyshippo on July 14th, 2002 04:24 pm (UTC)
I dunno.. There's just something unnerving about that icon :)
One Who Wanders: demonicabiona on July 14th, 2002 07:15 pm (UTC)
Should you be talking, Rawr-boy? ^_^
Look at Me, I'm a Winner!: Fox on crackshippo on July 14th, 2002 07:22 pm (UTC)
There is nothing unnerving about John Stamos of TV's Full House. "Uncle Jessie" was the shiznit... or something.
One Who Wanders: fanged grinabiona on July 14th, 2002 07:41 pm (UTC)
You know, you're right! Nothing about it can possibly be unnerving ... Full House bored me to death. ^_^

(Note to self - I need a "neener neener neener" icon too ...)
Look at Me, I'm a Winner!: Hey babyshippo on July 14th, 2002 07:59 pm (UTC)
Heh.. Now.. Cut it out! *snickers* Full House was terribly boring. ^_^
Silvermasksilvermask on July 15th, 2002 07:39 pm (UTC)
That icon is damn scary o_o;
I liked Full House when I was little >.>;;;;; But I quickly got bored, I think...
Look at Me, I'm a Winner!: Dubyashippo on July 15th, 2002 07:53 pm (UTC)
Fine, fine.. I admit it.. John Stamos is terrifying. ^_^

Btw, what's a grep Sailormoon? For me, grep is one of the most useful programs on my computer.
One Who Wanders: anime fanabiona on July 16th, 2002 01:33 pm (UTC)

A grep Sailormoon is a large online community, mostly focused on (obviously) the Sailor Moon anime.
odheirreodheirre on July 15th, 2002 01:29 pm (UTC)
Duh. Turkey Run was what I meant. Starved Rock is in Illinois, nearer Chicago. I *always* get those two mixed up, despite not being anywhere near each other.

One time there was a group of 6 of us, and we took canoes and went down the river at Turkey Run(Sugar River, is that the name)? Despite one of our group dumping their canoe (they weren't paying attention and got surprised by a low-hanging branch, and then they tried to hard to get away from it), it was a lot of fun.