So the next morning we hit the road. Two bros on a quest.
We rocked our way up to Ktopia, and immediately had some teary eyed reunions. One with pabst light, the other with CKG.
Well CKG maintained my attention for a short period of time, cause it was time to build a fire. The chainsaw was rocking, Joey shows up, and we toasted Les Stroud as another successful fire was started. All precautions were made to make sure our outdoor attire was correct. Because out in the wild, if you sweat, you die.
The next thing I really remember after the bacon wrapped dates was the first power hour, where the power hour machine was once again turning heads. For details, you'll have to email me about it, cause that shit is copyrighted. Much like wine bag game. More on that below.
For some, it was far too much.
For other duders, it was time to rock.
Before I continue, a side note about wine bag game. I am thrilled that something I came up with received more play time than the wii I think. This, I did not realize, was a double edged sword for myself. I lost interest pretty quickly after one game. I've thought about this, and I think that maybe I am not ready to sit and drink wine at a place with so much to do for so long. If I was in a family reunion or something, I'd totally be down for 3 games in a row.
I stopped taking photos around now, so I will throw in a few from other people that were there that I feel will accurately summarize the next day/night. I think after this point my small cold mixed with the dust and the activities and then my boogers turned to dust. No matter, I don't need good boogers to make a great fire. This time we got everyone to collect like 9,000 pounds of wood, so we were ready to rage.
Stucadia and Christo showed up, I rocked some losers in beer pong, and another power hour came and went. Night came, and I was definitely cooler than anyone else cause I had a head lamp.
Then some legendary stuff happened. I'll give you two nouns: quesidilla, buttcrack. I'm sure if you insert those into a madlib your story might be pretty accurate. Things became pretty fuzzy after that.
So that pretty much rounds up the highlights of another sweet Ktopia. I left sick, but stopping the holiday break rage was not an option. On to D.C. where it was time to get wild with an old flame: Jake the Snake. We met up with Danlee (yes?) and started drinking in a mall at an all old-people's dave n buster's. Yeah, there wasn't even the promise of beating up on little kids. Then we headed downtown, where Jake assured me things would be prime for action. Yup, sure was. Zero hookups for Jake and one close call with a latino ready to throwdown. But we did take some great pictures with their cameras! I should've facebooked them.
Next day I was pretty hungover and definitely still sick, as somehow I didn't magically get better. Went to the slowest kabob place on earth, and then met up with Jake again for disc golf. What started at first as a fun time with a swell disc golf guide (a dude randomly joined us) got annoying near the end as I everything I ever knew about disc golf was restated to me. Christ. Had a crappy meal at dave n busters and watched some football. The Cardinals were ballin, and Marmalard ended Dungy's career.
That night we headed out with some new people and went 3/3 on bars that were Irishy themed (dave n busters was actually called Baileys). Also we got in a cab with karaoke! I think I am on youtube somewhere! Search for "chinese guy cab karaoke", and I'm sure you will find me and joe and jake singing "livin on a prayer."
After a pretty lazy Sunday, I left Monday, and thus ended a totally awesome break. Minus getting sick. But that was worth it and bound to happen. Alright!