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I must share.

You all understand what a horrible week I had last week. I thought I was going to implode or something. But, we got Mom some wonderful drugs, and made peace with the passing of my Uncle Deke, who was quite a trickster. He was the funniest man on the face of the planet. We laughed a lot over some of the stories, and cried even more. But still, it was so much stress. So, I took hiatus. (All was well. My brother was doing the MOM shift, Dad had some frozen dinners to nuke up, and it was "get outta here. Go get away. Relax or something. You look like shit!") And, as Irish do, we drink quite wonderfully when someone dies.

So, this weekend I spent time with a wonderful bunch of people. The band that I forever stalk had their annual bacchantal, and so, of course, I went. All was going fabulously well, and I was pacing myself rather excellently (so as to avoid the 'fell-down-drunk-went-boom-boom-out-go-the-lights-ahh-shit-I-missed-all-the-good-stuff' syndrome) when Mother Nature, (who had obviously been imbibing in the Green Faery herself) decided to pull a good one on me.

There was a porta-potty this year. (We are not even going to discuss the debauchery of last year. Just trying to sneak off into the woods to take a quick whiz became an episode of 'The Most Dangerous Game')

All was well at first. Of course, it was daylight. But then, after daylight comes... general darkness. And we are in the new moon. We are talking about the blackest black night. So, trying to use the porta potty which was located near the ravine under a large tree (nicknamed 'The Cave of the Winds' by the end of the evening) was rather... difficult. First you lurch to the general vicinity. There was a lantern hanging on a hook by the door, but there was no light inside. Once inside, you knew what Tutkahamen felt like when the door swung shut for the last time (at least, for several thousand years.)

But, you've done this a million billion times (in fact, had been practicing all day) so you just relied on past experience. First there is the 'hover', and then, the sound. Like Niagara Falls in a rainstorm. Falling, down, down, away from you safely. Out with the bad, in with the good (as I usually had a Guinness in my hand the whole time.)


What SON of SATAN leaves the FLIPPIN' LID DOWN when it is SO PITCH BLACK you couldn't see past your own straining EYEBALLS??? AND HOW WOULD YOU KNOW THAT THEY DID????

First. The hover. Got that going all well, but... but... that's not the SOUND!
Well, it was a SOUND, but not the RIGHT sound!! OH GOD! OH GOD NO! I AM OFF CENTER OR SOMETHING!!!

So now, if you will, imagine me swinging my ass around wildly, because by this point the dam has burst and there's no saving the village, trying to find THE SOUND!! THE SOUND!! COME ON!! I LIVE FOR THE SOUND!!

Seconds later, I realized the full horror of what was happening. I was pissing on the lid. Not just ON the lid, but sharing the wealth with everything within the enclosed radius. And gods forbid you should TOUCH anything!! Must have looked like a semi-nude version of 'The Safety Dance', if, in fact you could have SEEN IT!!!

And it was pouring, like a river, into the seat of my pants.

Remember Kubrick's "The Shining"? At the end? When Jack is just a'hellin down the hallway? That was me, albeit with a decided duckwalk, headed back to my tent afterwards to look for anything dry to put on.

You know how someone always says, smugly, "Well, you know what? I would rather be pissed off, then pissed ON!"

I shall kill the next person who ever says that to me.

Uncle Deke would have been so proud. :) In fact, I am laughing right now. I can just hear him telling the story...

Date: 2003-08-26 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrnastey.livejournal.com
Blue grass music..

blue ass music...so close.


It seems to me that you have now entered the twilight zone.

Date: 2003-08-26 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ravenhart.livejournal.com


*wipes eyes*

Oh my, that was funny!!

Date: 2003-08-26 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mrnastey.livejournal.com
hey...one of the poems I posted last week was intended to include you as the 'audience' if you missed it... "had to be said"

read that as if I were saying it to you...because, really, I was.

Date: 2003-08-26 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ravenhart.livejournal.com
I did.


Date: 2003-08-26 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zaapiel.livejournal.com
Port-o-John's are basically evil. Especially in the dark. When we were at a Ren-Faire type gathering they had them and someone decided that it would be a little more "theme-atic" to light it with a candle after dark. You know, just like they did in the middle-ages... in their porto-johns. Two things happened. 1) It was just light enough to be severely creepy and the shadows and strange glimmerings from below were worse than if it had been light or dark. And 2) They successfully burned the side of the port-o-john. You think raw sewage smells bad? Add to that the toxic fumes of burning plastic. Very nice. A wonderful time was had by all. Thanks to the fumes killing many, many brain cells and we all lived happily, albeit simply ever after.

Date: 2003-08-26 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ravenhart.livejournal.com
"Thanks to the fumes killing many, many brain cells and we all lived happily, albeit simply ever after."

...this is so sad, actually. All those villages. Mourning their lost idiots...

LOL! Well, to credit our lovely host and hostess, they did attempt to put one of those push lights in there. Except some scurvy dog put it on the floor, where NO ONE could find it.

And then, of course, I ruined the batteries. *i'm bad face*

Hmmm. Looking into the abyss by candlelight. Sort of like... reading tea leaves, eh?

Date: 2003-08-26 07:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zaapiel.livejournal.com
Hmmm. Looking into the abyss by candlelight. Sort of like... reading tea leaves, eh?

Yeah, a little... but, it's more like reading entrails... and twice as fragrant. Mmmmmmm. (barf)

Hey, you used scurvy dog in a not forced, non-pirate sentence. +500pts. Well done.

Date: 2003-08-26 04:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] akadriver.livejournal.com
Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. The things I miss when I have to leave early. Okay, Rave. Next year, you hold me down and make me camp. Even if I protest. I warn you though, I may scream.... :)


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