I’m in Dallas for a few days staying with my Dad until I leave to be a camp counselor on the 17th, Sunday IIRC. One of the things about staying with my Dad is that as long as I don’t waaaay overdo it, he ignores the fact that I drink from his stash after he goes to bed. I’m not quite sober right now, so forgive my spelling grammar, etc. This means that each night I drink enough to work up a hearty buzz, then I go to sleep. He goes to work while I sleep until noon, then he takes off the second half of the day after lunch. Thus we meet up at just the right time. Don’t know why I’m telling this story really, it’s probably the vodka :).
Anyways, after Sunday I won’t be able to read or post for the better part of a month, and I didn’t want you guys to think I’d died or anything. It is possible for you guys to mail me at camp, it would be incredibly cool to get a letter or two from my doper pals while I’m there. This means you CrankyAsAnOldMan and matt_mcl. The rest of you are welcome to as well, it would be much appreciated.
Well, I overdid it alright. God am I ever drunk. I cant eve see straight, et alone type. HOly shit, I don’t know how I’m ghonna make it upstairs to bed. I’m gonna go in a second. Holy shit. It seems thjat beer unlocks the drunkenness. I can drink a lot of vodka, and then only be alittle drunk, and then I have a abeer and I get really wasted. If I havet the the beer forst it works too. Goodnight SDMBN.
Good lord. That was an enormously special post from me last night wasn’t it? Now that I look at it, the OP seems kinda depressing too, it wasn’t meant to be.
I contacted the camp about the proper email address where I can recieve stuff, I’ll post that when they get back to me. I want letters from you dopers! Even short stuff is cool, and it’s not like it takes too much effort to shoot off an email.
I still can’t believe how drunk that last post looks. I mean I wouldn’t have thought it possible to type in a drunken fashion, but I did it. I did make it upstairs to bed just fine, and operate a CD player well enough to fall asleep listening to Cat Stevens.
Hey, am I the only one who doesn’t get hangovers? I can drink like a fish, and I never have the headachey, no-light symptoms that are always referenced n the morning. Some friends say that this is their experience too. Is this because we’re young or what?
I’ve never had a hangover, either, Lucky–despite consuming extraordinary amounts of alcohol on occasion in college. Keep it quiet; people will hate you for it
Fifth-party (everyone brings their own fifth and gets wasted) day after:
Hung-over friend–“Urrrgh. We need to get someone’s…Chem notes.”
Balance–“You can use mine.”
Stunned, hung-over friend–“You went to an 8:30 class today?!”
B–“Why wouldn’t I? I feel fine.”
SHOF–“I despise you.”
I don’t know if it still holds true; I haven’t had more than a mild buzz in years. Getting drunk holds no appeal for me anymore.
MAN! Camp Longhorn. I had some great summers there.
Unless someone found them and took them away (and how could that be after only 25 years?) there’s a huge stash of playboys under the floor in one of the cabins over at the senior camp.
Hey Lucky Charms! Want to try to get together with some of us Dallas Dopers for dinner or something before you leave for the Hill Country? We’re always looking for an excuse to get together…
My evenings are pretty packed with family until I leave, and I don’t have a car here, so it would be difficult to get together with you guys. Sorry.
Still, it is really cool that you went there. Got any good Robby Rob stories? (Lucky pauses here and laughs at all the people who don’t know about Robby Rob). I remember one time me and a friend were out sailing, and the tiller on our boat was broken as hell. Robby surfaced next to us, fixed it, and disappeared back under the water. We saw him get out at the shore, not having come up for air once. He is not human.
Umm, how did you put them under the floor? The cabins (which have been there for at least 40 years) are made entirely of cement. You’d have to be a miner to put porno under their?
Also, upon consideration, where were you thinking and when for hanging out with you DFW dopers? My dad would have to come to, but that wouldn’t be much of a drag… no guarantees that I could make it, but give me an idea and I’ll do my best!
Did I actually right such a stupid sentence? Do I actually not know the difference between there and their? Did I use a question mark in such an inappropriate place?
How long are you there, are there certain things you and the campers are not allowed (that is, they’d be confiscated from care packages), what age are the kids, how many kids do you have in your cabin, how are they gonna know who Lucky Charms is?
I read the title of this, and it sounded to me like Lucky got drunk in Dallas, did something stupid/bad/agaisnt the law, got thrown in prison, and therefore, would not be posting for awhile. It’s much better to think that you’re really just going off to camp.
The cabins in the main part of the camp have slab floors, but I was talking about one of a handful of cabins on the other side of the river, colloquially known as the “senior camp.” The ground sloped too much for a slab foundation so the cabins were built on pier & beam foundations. There was a trap door in the floor to allow access under the cabins for maintenance and such.
Bear in mind this WAS 25 years ago, and those cabins may not even be there anymore. But I remember it clearly - once we had acquired a case of beer from somewhere and were drinking and reading porn in our bunks when suddenly we realized the camp director was walking up to our door. We hurriedly hid the smut and cans of beer, and he came in to serve us breakfast in bed… we had to sit there and eat cold cereal and milk on top of brew and wait half an hour before he finally left. Urgh.
as for getting together, we’re famous for gathering at the drop of a hat but we do need SOME notice to get the word out. Maybe Saturday lunch? I know that’s the last minute for you, but how about it? Then we’ll need to launch a separate thread to alert everyone and see how many could make it. With regard to where, we’ll pick a restaurant that appeals. Let us know what your tastes are. (how about Hunky’s down on Cedar Springs? wink)
The cabins in the main part of the camp have slab floors, but I was talking about one of a handful of cabins on the other side of the river, colloquially known as the “senior camp.” The ground sloped too much for a slab foundation so the cabins were built on pier & beam foundations. There was a trap door in the floor to allow access under the cabins for maintenance and such.
Bear in mind this WAS 25 years ago, and those cabins may not even be there anymore. But I remember it clearly - once we had acquired a case of beer from somewhere and were drinking and reading porn in our bunks when suddenly we realized the camp director was walking up to our door. We hurriedly hid the smut and cans of beer, and he came in to serve us breakfast in bed… we had to sit there and eat cold cereal and milk on top of brew and wait half an hour before he finally left. Urgh.
as for getting together, we’re famous for gathering at the drop of a hat but we do need SOME notice to get the word out. Maybe Saturday lunch? I know that’s the last minute for you, but how about it? Then we’ll need to launch a separate thread to alert everyone and see how many could make it. With regard to where, we’ll pick a restaurant that appeals. Let us know what your tastes are. (how about Hunky’s down on Cedar Springs? wink)
How embarassing Cheffie. Not only did you double post, but you double posted with almost 2 hours between Post 1 and Post 2.
If Lucky wants to meet us for lunch or whatever and Lucky’s dad doesn’t want to come, I could probably pick him up. I guess it just depends on where he’s coming from.
Yeah, yeah. I sent the first one before I left my desk to cover the phones for an hour, left straight from there to go to lunch, and it was stuck when I got back. It looked like it hadn’t gone through so I re-sent it.
I know, I know, trust the cgi. Take off every post for great justice. All your reply are belong to us. shaddup.
Phblth.
So Lucky - where in Dallas are you? (generally, I mean - you don’t need to give us a stalker’s map.)
Cheffie, Cheffie, Cheffie…I’m terribly disappointed in you. You had such a golden opportunity, and you still haven’t offered to go get Lucky with Grace.
