Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

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Well, I've slept (a lot) and had a chance to recharge and try to remember some of the weekend. Got my Cigar lit, my diet Pepsi on the desk, and my brain cranked up a little. We'll see what I can recall...

After the Goat Rodeo of Friday, which was entirely my fault I must add, things settled into a very agreeable groove. Everyone had been sitting and talking and inbibing for a while, and much music had been played by Acidman, Jim, Denny, and all. I missed all of that, but we still ended up in my room talking for hours. And Geoffrey and Gordon brought me a jug of THE GOOD STUFF! Real New England Maple Syrup! And not that pale stuff either. The good dark stuff with all the deep, rich, earthy flavor. You can keep that Grade A Pale stuff. Give me the Medium Amber or even darker!

Acidman, Dax, Catfish, Geoffrey and Gordon and I sat there and talked until almost 5am. Shot the shit, drank peach wine and then shots of bourbon on ice, smoked a few cigarettes and got to know each other. Compared firearms, even. Eventually it got to the point of pitching them all out to get some sleep. This old woman gets grumpy if I don't get at least an hour or two of sleep each night.

Saturday, Catfish volunteered to keep me company, so he and I went walking through Helen, window shopping and enjoying the really beautiful day. It was warm and sunny and just gorgeous. It was so nice of him to walk through town with me like that. It's no fun to shop alone with no one to talk with when you see funny things or crazy people walking around. And he taught me to flick my cigarette butts out into the street. "You can't be biker trash if you can't flick a cigarette butt." Apparenly I'm a natural! We got a good laugh out of that.

We found a little bakery with fresh apple strudel and hot cocoa. We shopped in a great leather shop with really beautiful holsters, all hand tooled and sturdily made. Then we went back to the Kristy to meet Laughing Wolf, who didn't stay long enough, and find the rest of the gang involved in a game of Half Rubber. It seems the balls I found at the dollar store were just exactly what they needed! Now we know that if you want to play Half Rubber, you need Hoosier Balls.

Georgia regaled us with her superior Bullwhip Cracking Skills using the whip that Velociman brought. Don't ask. I didn't. I really enjoyed Rick and Georgia. I wish I had more of an opportunity to get to know them. She and Kim/V-man went above and beyond, and I don't know how I will ever be able to repay their kindness.

Several of us spend the late afternoon watching Dax sleep on the balcony walkway while we drank Boone Farm wine and talked some more. Key and Kelly came, and you'd be hard pressed to find two prettier, nicer women. Then it was off to dinner.

Paul's Steakhouse, apparently one of the best places in town, had a 90 minute wait. I agree with Catfish, there's no food worth a 90 minute wait. So we had Wendy's. And it was good. No crowd, no fuss, just a good sandwich and a cold drink and time to gather our wits for the evening. We went from there to the package store, picked up a couple of things, then walked the mile or so back to the hotel.

We had the Great Gift Distribution, thanks to Sam of the Briar Patch, in Acidman's room, whereupon he asked Georgia to paint his fingernails. As soon as they were dry, he got out his guitar and began to play. He and I dueted on "Please come to Boston" and he and Eric did a great Jimmy Buffet song. Eric then did a hysterical Robert Service poem with Jim on guitar for the mood music background.

I think it was at this point that someone broke out the Home Made Wine. I don't know what I was expecting, but I was very pleasantly surprised. It was really pretty smooth, didn't have a bad flavor at all, and kicked like a pissed-off downtown cross-dressing hooker.

I remember taking maybe five pulls from that jar... I remember taking one healthy pull from the mason jar of Apple Brandy that Dax brought. Just Damn. I remember being unable to wipe the smile from my face. I remember everything getting warm and hazy and even old Acidman was starting to look pretty damned tasty so I looked at Catfish, found my ability to put a few words together and announced, "Take me to my room. I'm Dizzy."

At 8am, I was up, moaning into my styrofoam cup of coffee, wandering into the shower, getting dressed, and trying to get repacked. I felt like I was on a small boat in choppy waters. My legs absolutely refused to cooperate with me in any way whatsoever. But by 8:30 or so, when Jim and Ken knocked on my door, I was ready to go. Didn't want to leave. Wanted to stay. *sigh*

We had a good trip back into Atlanta and found a bite of lunch at the airport. Jim and Ken are great guys and I thank them both for taking me back into Atlanta. The conversation was great. I'd be hard pressed to find two nicer guys in New Jersey.

I know I met more people. I remember other faces, but damned if I can remember who they were. If I've forgotten you, blame it on the 'shine.

Update: Oh, Damn! I forgot Zonker! He was so nice, and I didn't get to meet him until Saturday evening late, after I had been sipping on high class wines in colors like Blue and Neon Green. And a huge Guinness stout. And the apple wine. And, I believe my first pull from the mason jar... But I remember he was a Doll. What a cutie! Next time, Zonker, I'll be more fun. I'll try to be more sober.

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Posted by Mamamontezz at October 18, 2004 05:17 PM