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It was a typical weekend, or at least a typical party weekend. The following photos are new, however they are representative of events that occur at every good party I've ever attended:

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Figure 1. In which the Irish and the Vikings party together. Historically accurate, neh?

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Figure 2. Duffy gets hurt/puts on a fashion show.

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Figure 3. In which I am v. drunk and v. happy.

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Figure 4. In which I look like a fucking badass while doing or wearing something completely incongruous.



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Figure 5. In which I look like I am either irritated or smelling something bad, when in fact I am rocking out.
This is on the backswing of a low-key headbang.

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Figure 6. In which I am doing something completely classy (vomiting in the bushes)
and Eric decides to call attention to it, and then demands pictures.

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Figure 7. In which there are tits and booze and heavy metal.
Except once upon a time it was me occupying the role.
Now there are other, younger girls who carry the torch.

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Figure 8. In which Lane looks like he drank sour piss.

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Figure 8.1. And again.
It's hard to look grvm when you are wearing a trucker hat that says Dad.

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Figure 9. In which a lady is afraid of the Erics.




I'm very glad I was able to go to this, and I will be going again next year. What a fucking awesome bunch of people. Except for Vomit Guy, but there's always one of those. Other than that, good times. There's not really too much to say that the pictures don't tell: We arrived late on Friday, set up camp, and then spent the next 48 hours listening to live and recorded music, swimming and soaking up the sun, and generally just hanging out and being chill and friendly.

And yes, people got drunk, and people got stupid, and they did this while competing in the the Beer Olympics, which I was able to participate in with one shot of whiskey = one glass of beer. (Pretty much all beer and cider use corn sugar to feed the yeast, so I pretty much can't have any of it.) But they were drunk and stupid in the best way possible, without any of the out of control stupidness that can (and does happen) in a lot of situations like this. What a really great bunch of kids who have made a really wonderful community for themselves.

So the story of Vomit Guy. Vomit guy just started out as creepy toucher guy. It all started when I went down to the beach. I started talking to this really rad punk rock girl, who happened to also have the same name as me, and one of the dudes that was sitting nearby was clearly SO INTERESTED in what I was saying (or the swimsuit I was wearing) that he kept interrupting us to ask me questions. It creeped me out, so I took off almost as soon as I was dry enough to put my shorts back on.

Later that day, during the swimming portion of the Beer Olympics, I was walking back to my car from the beach to get more whiskey, some guy yelled from across the road, "Hey, nice shirt," so I went to talk to him. It was a different guy, who had actually thought I was wearing a Deicide shirt. I was not, it was an Asphyx shirt, but I took the opportunity to talk to the guy about Deicide, because they were one of my first heavy metal loves. Well, after Iron Maiden, of course. And the SAME GUY was sitting at their camp site. And he once again, interrupted a really pleasant conversation I was having to ask me something retarded. So I left again. And as I was walking away, he yelled, "Hey sexy lady, come back!" which caused me to both walk faster, and stay back at the stage area and wait for the beach party to return there rather than walk past Camp Creepy again.

Once the next stage of the Olympics started, Creepy Guy comes up to the festivities and starts talking to people. I notice that every time he talks to a woman, he touches her back. Caresses it really, for quite some time. Which is when I named him Creepy Toucher Guy. Well, this girl had her entire team give up on her before the swimming portion, so she started requisitioning new teammates for the Human Pyramid and the Hula Hoop portions. I ended up on a team with the guy, which is when I let him know that yelling "hey sexy lady" at people was not a good way to make it with the ladies, and also that touching my back was not going to get him anywhere either, and he should stop it. He took it well, and he actually stopped it with me, but not anyone else. So we were good for the day. And also our team won the next two contests, because I was the apex and somehow, after downing three shots, managed to stand up AND reach for the sky without falling.

So yeah, the shots led to the puking, and then I sadly passed out halfway through that night's music, probably sometime around midnight or 1am. I woke up feeling not too happy, and had one goal in mind: Find my coffee cups, make coffee, get book from car, and then sit in our quiet campsite and smoke a fag and drink some coffee and read my book before anyone woke up. So the requisitioning of mugs and making of coffee worked fine. But when I went out to my car, Creepy Toucher Guy came stumbling round the corner, clearly still up from the night before, with a beer in his hand. He yelled, at a volume that was not helpful to my hangover, "HAAAAAYYY, BECCAAAAAA!" and then started walking toward me. I grabbed my book from the front seat of the car, and when I turned around, he was standing about FOUR INCHES from my face, blocking me from walking out from behind my car door and shutting it, or really going anywhere at all. Even better, he had a streak of vomit and spit dried to his chin. Which was right in my face. It was really appalling.

So I said, "Not now dude, it's way too early." He said some blah-blah drunk stuff, and I said, "Yeah man, you're drunk, and I'm not, and I just want to go back to my camp site and sit quietly with my book, okay?" and he said, "Where's your quiet camp site?" I was like, "You don't need to know that." and pushed past him and started walking. He started following me. At which point I said, "Dude, FUCK OFF. Do NOT follow me." When that came out of my mouth I realized that I might have just made sure he was definitely going to follow me and definitely start some very loud, very dramatic shit. However he did not. He actually apologized for bugging me early in the morning, and he yelled, "Becca, you rock!" after me.

I gotta hand it to the guy, he's a pretty laid back drunk, and that's cool. However, I could have done without the predatory behavior and the dried vomit. For real.

But each of those episodes accounted for about 30 total minutes of an otherwise AWESOME weekend.

Date: 2010-07-26 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] venger.livejournal.com
LOL! Craziness!

So where was this, anyway? Looks like quite a few people there... How did Eric mangle his shorts like that? hahaha It'd be whiskey for me, too! My digestive system just doesn't like beer, which is fine because neither do I. :P Sucks about the creepy guy. Did he know you were there with your boyfriend? Or did he just nor give a shit?

Is that a horn I see you drinking out of? WIN. :) I've been looking for one for a while now, my friend always drinks out of one. Totally jealous, my friends and I won't get to have our annual Campocalypse this month. (Art had to go and move to LA and fuck everything up. haha) I want to go camping, dammit! hehe :P

Date: 2010-07-26 09:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] becala.livejournal.com
Heheh, it was out in Snohomish Natl Forest, so just i-90 about 60 miles east from seattle, then a few miles in on dirt roads. It's an annual event, you should consider coming next year. Might be even more metal bands on the bill. It's mostly punk bands, since the organizers are mostly punks, but there seem to be more and more metal bands on. I don't really listen to punk rock, but I love punk rockers as a rule, and I like punk shows because of that. Also when drunk, I skank.

Yep, Eric and I both got drinking horns at Hellfest. It was sort of a necessity as they made you pay for disposable cups which you then always lost during a set and had to buy a new one so you could slam a drink between sets. I don't know where you get one here. The two friends I know that have them toured Europe with their bands, so I'm guessing they got them at some metal fest or other, as well.

Eric climbed a mountain to go poop on an anthill and then slid back down rather than taking the switchbacks. That's how he mangled his pants, and the rest of his body. You can't see all the scrapes in the picture so much. He also has a big lumpy bruise on his nose, which I think I might have done when I had his viking helmet on, which is made out of actual bone and metal. To summarize: He got all beat up because he was being Eric Duffy.

Vomit guy did not give a shit that I had a boyfriend, no. Or possibly he just didn't understand. Probably he was being so reasonable about my berating him multiple times because he didn't actually comprehend most of what I was saying.

I wouldn't mind another camping trip that was a little less br00tal, though. But mostly I just wouldn't mind another camping trip. :)

Date: 2010-07-26 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] venger.livejournal.com
Ahhh ok. I've only been camping in the Olympics, more specifically Lake Quinault, but I love it so fucking much that I have no problem going there again. I didn't even know bands were playing! haha Damn, pissed I missed it! I like some punk, but like everything else, I'm picky about it. :P

I think my friend Andy got his drinking horn at a ren faire. I want it for drinking mead. hehehe

haha Yup, sounds like Eric being Eric! :P


I want a nice metal-yet-relaxing camping trip. I have off this whole week, THIS is when I wanted to go! :/

Date: 2010-07-27 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] becala.livejournal.com
Haha, yeah I didn't realize that I did not pick ANY of the band shots to show off in this post. Sufficient liquor and multiple crazy girls dancing makes even mediocre bands good, and mildly bad bands mediocre. But even through the whiskey haze, i think several of the punk bands were ones I would objectively think were pretty good while sober.

The only modern punk band I've actually been inspired to listen to recorded in the last half decade or so is Witch Hunt. I'm very sad that I had no idea who they were when I saw them, and that I didn't buy any merch, especially since you can't really get any of their vinyl anywhere else.

Yeah, I could go for a relaxing camping trip, as well. The trip before last was supposed to be like that, but instead my dog bit a pregnant lady and then I puked and cursed in front of tiny children.

Date: 2010-07-27 08:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] stick-on-stars.livejournal.com
I can't believe how long your hair is now!

Date: 2010-07-27 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] becala.livejournal.com
Heheh. This is what happens when you don't cut it for a year. :)

Going to go in and have the split ends razored off soon, however I am afraid of how short it is going to end up.

Date: 2010-07-27 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ohno-zombies.livejournal.com
Creepy touching dudes are the worst. I have one in my socio class, and after explaining my boyfriend situation to him and having him ignore it, I just ignore him now. He went on to molest some other girl during class, and I don't feel felt up anymore.

Date: 2010-07-27 03:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] becala.livejournal.com
I don't know how touchy your creepy toucher is, but if a guy touched my back a lot in a situation that was broad daylight and not a party, like more than about three or four times... I'd probably not be able to keep myself from berating him loudly in public. I wouldn't even mean it, it would just come out.

I think this part of my personality might be why I didn't get a lot of dates in high school. It was so much more in-your-face back then.

Date: 2010-07-27 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ohno-zombies.livejournal.com
I'm far too bashful to berate him in front of other students before class. I did the exact opposite. He passed over other students to approach me with questions about the classwork (which the instructor had gone over a few times at that point) and openly ignored him when he started asking me about my weekend.

He mostly just sits behind people and stretches his legs under their chairs and his arms near their shoulders. At least, that's what he did to me. It confused the teacher a bit when I switched seats without warning a few weeks into the quarter, but now at least I don't feel ogled when we talk about sexism.

Date: 2010-07-27 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] becala.livejournal.com
Honestly, if you're going to see someone every day, that's probably the best way to go about it. Otherwise you're just inviting retaliation, since your face will remind them of their public humiliation daily until the class ends, and possibly after that. Like I said, I have a hard time sitting on it when I feel strongly about something, and I'd probably end up yelling at them at a really inappropriate moment. Like right in the middle of class, while the professor was lecturing inappropriate.

I think my problem is that I am, or at least was, very bashful and had a hard time standing up for myself, so what often happened is that I would take poor treatment for a long time, and then EXPLODE, kaboom.

Now that I am a bit older, that doesn't happen as much, I usually come up with an appropriate way to deal with it before it reaches that point. Usually.

Date: 2010-07-27 04:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aetherdrifter.livejournal.com
Love the photos -- especially the one of you hula hooping! Vomit Guy aside, this does sound like a pretty fantastic weekend.

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