Pomo Memories

So I went back to an old blog entry from September to read about Pomo. I couldn't 'member what the divine crikey-style boy's name was and it was vexing me. DANNY! His name was Danny, haha, presumably still is. Anywho, I had linked Rachel's corresponding livejournal entry into mine and I went back and perused it. FABULOUS! So to get Rachel's interest rekindled and to entertain myself I'm pasting the whole lovely thing hyah. Oh, and by the way, for those of you who don't know....I'm Bug. And several variations thereof...


Current mood: drunk
Current music: Whatever the Coastie's are blasting in the parking lot

Huuuuuuung Ooooooooooover
Bug and I went camping last night at Pomo. I love love love Pomo, it's sooooo beautiful. We got there right on time and got one of the last campsites. It was the second one back but it had quite a few trees around it so it wasn't totally open. We set up camp, ruined my rain fly because I had the brilliant idea of dragging in our firewood on it, started up the fire (mostly Julie because I didnt know how) and heated up our chicken for dinner. It was really yummy, balsamic vinegar and rosemary, mmmmmmm. Then we made s'mores :) Gotta have s'mores. mmmmmmm s'mores. We also had our Apricot Ale and Corona, a sixer each ;) So we were just sitting around, drinking our beOer and laughing and out of the darkness came A-a-r-o-n! An extremely drunk coast guard that came camping with a bunch of his "coastie" friends. He stayed for a while and loudly and drunkly chatted with us. Then he left and came back shortly after with Rozallo the magic guy. We attempted to play Sorry but couldnt keep track of turns (and the alcohol flowed) so we tried A$$hole instead. It was much more fun, then when that got old, Rozallo started doing magic tricks! Most of them were pretty obvious but he had a few really good ones. He was a fun (and kinda cute) guy. By the time they left we were pretty tossed and we were laughing even louder and having a good ol' time when they came back again! But this time they had Danny (a hot, male, Julie personality clone), the super fine mexican that had never had a s'more before who's name I could never hold on to (but I think it started with an A), and the black guy from New York. We had a great time showing the mexican how to make s'mores, watching Rosallo do magic tricks, listening to A-a-r-o-n's drunken ramblings and jokes, and of course, drinking as much as we possibly could whenever we wern't laughing so hard it would have come out our noses! Julie and Danny got along so well I was wondering if he was going to stay faithful to his fiance ;) Once they decided to leave we figured that it was the end so we stared talking and drinking ourselves and thinking no more of it. Oh no, Danny had other plans, he came back maybe 5 min later by himself and brought us more beer :) He and Julie chatted about krill and crawfish and lobster and how people fell into the three intelligence categories, who knew shellfish could be so much fun! After about 20 min. A-a-r-o-n came back with another friend, double A-ron and, get this, a tazer! Talk about a dangerous combo! Young coasties + lots of alcohol + a tazer = tons 'o fun. A-a-r-o-n was having a good ol' time zapping himself and double A-ron on the arm. Boys, do they ever learn? When they left we decided it was time for bed. I guess we should have packed up our food a little better though because as soon as our lights went out, the racoons came out! I was up ALL NIGHT because of those little ass-tards!! I could hear them getting into our stuff but I was soooooo exhausted I couldn't even move, let alone scare away the raccoons! In the morning our site was completely wrecked! No food went un-touched. they opened our un-opened chips, dug the sandwich remains out of the garbage bag, unzipped our little insulated cooler bag and ate the hotdogs (unless Julie got hungry in the night ;) ) and our poor innocent marshmallows were nowhere to be found!
All things considered we had a fabulous time and I for one cant wait to do it again! Though I could really do with out the brain-bashing hangover it left with both of us!






Hahahaha...tooo funny. I rarely drink, and rarer still do I drink to excess. But I have had a couple of hangovers in my time. And ya' know what? No hangover has or could ever touch the one I had after that weekend. I was dead for like 4 days!! 4 DAYS! Egads! But it was worth it...*sigh*