What: AntiTrash ?XV?
Where: Party Condo, Waterpark, other locations.
Who: A lot of people, most important Spunk in the Trunk and Sketchy Ho
Hares: Trial dependant
FriRAGE
It is generally difficult to know from what point to start trashing on away weekends, but the natural inclination is whenever the narrator, that is Wiki, arrived on scene. Thought since a good amount of people arrived early on Friday to ski, there is some need to relate that story.
As I was driving and my passengers were legally drinking out of metal containers, they started reading out some interesting sounding updates such as “STAY AWAY” from the party condo and “We’re at the bar” and “Please sit tight, they are sending some blow-torches to the party condo” Eventually, the blow torches torched, the plumbers plumbed and the electrions zapped everything into order and the party condo opened just on the hash standard time of five. At this point your humble narrator (future reference YHS), was still driving through mid Vermount in pursuit of beer and depressingly average sandwhiches.
Once the condo was opened, the ragers started in and unpacking. There were bowls of chili passed around and we all assembled to see the first viewing of Purple Rain of the weekend. The chant of “tits out for the hash” was changed, in reflection of improvements and evolution of cultural language to “consensual tits!” (though were they really consensual? I’m really quite confused about what goes on in Purple Rain).
The rage on Friday night was, on the whole, gentle, and so some of us rallied to make a first entry into the water park. We were kinda worried that our conversation the bus was a little “drunk and nerdy” for most people (do you die when you are transported) until we realized that the man sitting next to us was quietly nursing a beer. There was some confusion re: lockers with a friendly Canadian, and we made our way to the water slides. I’m not sure who’s more annoyed; the kids at the adults taking up space in line, or the adults and the kids not knowing how to line. Either way, we paired off and team mud-philia won both heats (don’t listen to fake news about starting before “go”), and we decided that we were all too old and not quiet drunk enough to do la chute and made our way to the hot tub. While there were no kids throughing snow in, there was a group of younger adults enjoying, quiet openly, PBRs. We thought that free beer in a warm condo sounded better than expensive beer in a cold night, and rejoined the ragicants at the PC.
We entreated the hosts for permission to play drinking games but were told a strange version of no, that was “yes, if you want to find a way to play a drinking game that can guarantee that nothing will be spilt” clarification was requested and the response was reiterated: Drinking games aren’t illegal, making a mess is. I was drunk enough to hear a “no” when a see one and continued to pour free beer down my throat while calling out time until midnight.
Wanting to lay groundwork for future endeavors, I attempted to enlist the support of a not-at-all-sober O’Bone’R to lay the UGH with me, but while her words said “Yes” her body (in that it was having trouble standing up) said no, though she did help me scout and lay the beer check. Looking back it have been either Mudslut or Clits and Chips who helped? My memory of the exactness of those events is rather questionable. I cannot speak for what transpired on trial, but shortly after midnight my co-hare and I discarded our clothes and ran around outside to the downstairs condo for the beer check. A few minutes later pack showed up and the residents joined us for a pleasant beer or two while dicussing how the “glow in the dark” marks weren’t “glowing in the dark” and so “no one could find trial.” O’Bone’R claimed this as justification for her not haring with me, though it’s possible she had already passed out. When the “bag of beer” had been drunk we ran back upstairs to the party condo for circle, which Drunk Spunk wonderfully RA’d. I don’t remember many details of circle, though I do remember being yelled at for singing too long song, but, TBH, that’s par for the course.
Sometime later, maybe 2ish, it was GImp, Spunk and I standing around the party condo yelling “AGE” so I went to bed.
Quick note: My real time memory did not include me walking home so I was rather worried I had passed out in the party condo.
SatuRAGE-
A lot of people (judging by the dishes) woke up early and went skiing. I was on breakfast clean up duty so I had a rejoining breakfast with sobriety and stayed away from spiking coffee - thanks Gimp for the Bailey - or the mulled wine from Vagabond, since I wasn’t sure if I’d ski or not. Around 11 I realized that I’d be paying $80 to rent skis for 2 hours, so, with a heavy heart I bid sobriety goodbye.
NoMan showed up with a game she bought off a hasher that might have been funny 4 years ago? It seemed like all the cards were inside jokes from some campout weekend of yore. We did our best to play two rounds, but eventually switched to THUMPER. THUMPER, despite it’s name, did not get us drunk enough, so we switched to 3 man, which accomplished the job rather well.
Gimp and Sweagle returned from scouting and took a nap.
Around 2:30 (maybe 3), they woke up and enough of pack had reassembled at the party condo for trial, which will be the next section of this trash.
ANTI-BUFFET ?XV? TRIAL (and circle)
The hares left and we followed them out to chalk talk, lead by a vary casual Fuwnagi sucking on a cigarette. There would be beer, maybe shots, maybe false and trial would be marked in blue-flour (only slightly more visible than it’s native white) in the freshly fallen snow.
Trial down-hill
After introductions pack all ran down the driveway and onto the ski-in/ski-out trial before realizing that we hadn’t seen any marks. We doubled back and found trial going down the hill between the condos and into the woods. Running was difficult - mainly due to ankle fears - but a good number us did our best “over the river and through the woods” trot. Eventually we came upon earthworks of some variety and scrambled up to find a check on top. We checked left, then right - knowing that the hares wouldn’t make us slide down that rather steep slope into the forest below. We were idiots, of course that’s where trial went. More woods-running lead us across a field and to a S/S check. The FRBs followed the only set of footprints and the rest of pack followed them. It was guessed that one could run down the stream to the road. Pack hoped the rail-guard on the road and found a few checks on the road before we turned back up into the shiggy and up a hill. Right as pack was moaning that we’d be running up the hill for too long we heard the blessed call of “Beer Neer.”
Beer Check Warm Beer:
Were we promised cold beer and warm air or warm air and cold beer? In the end, it didn’t really matter as there was both air and beer, though only one was drunk. After we had been standing around for a while (though not getting overly cold, the RAs managed to keep the temperature out of the single digits), and almost all the beers had been drunk, the hares scampered off. At a point about 100 yards away they mooned us, to which we cheered, then they ran on.
Trail Uphill
Trail wound around an empty run-off pool, then across and up a road. There was a check which lead across a field back to the party condo.
Hot Chocolate
After having been running up hill for almost 369 yards, we were greated by very boozey hot chocolate, or more beer. The hares, well, one of them, were instant that despite the fact that we were at the party condo, this wasn’t the end of trial and that there was a whole other leg to get through. We were dubious.
Turkey Trail
The hares did indeed lay another leg of trial, though YHS didn’t go on it. YHS went to the party condo and watched Purple Rain until the rest of pack showed up and we circled.
CIRCLE
Was lead by Fungwangi. The hares were called in to start circle off then there was some confusion about what was happening next; Anti-Buffet Virgins or real Virgins? There were real versions there? Yes, indeed, Cock Bottle seemed to be of the opinion that his Virgin had been demented, but no one could attest to that so she was called into circle. She was asked a series of questions and generally did a rather poor job of answering them, but we’re kinda desperate, so we’ll take her anyway. Then everyone who had been to 1 or more Anti-buffets was called in and then dismissed. Two and three timers were called in and dismissed, but there was a pretty good core group and people didn’t fall away until 7, 8, or 9. Since Piggy wasn’t there, there are no more any “Perfect Attedenance” at Anti-Buffet; Ass For Gass, Funqangi, Sketchy and Spunk were all in the mid-teens, and they really should get a life. The various other kennels were called in, and eventually we got onto accusations, which, to be perfectly honest, I don’t quiet remember as my memory checks out sometime during circle then returns at the hottub - anyway, we swang low and then lined up for food, which I believe was sausage meat in rolls and steamed veggies?
There was one announcement of note, that AntiBuffet would be returning next year if anyone wanted to organize it. Spunk calls it her “December Vacation” and Sketchy glares at her when she uses the term “vacation” to describe what happens.
Post-Circle rage.
After food was eaten, and as the dishes were being done there were multiple calls out to make runs to the water park. There the hash steamed away their inebriation and we sat, stood, and soaked in the hottub until we were sober enough to want to return to the party condo.
Pants off Dance off was called for 10, but it was more of a “Pants on dance-maybe?” sit around the table playing more 3 man. Three Man is a dangerous game to play once a day, twice a day is, well, aggressive. My memory, after a brief and bright return, kinda cuts off again around there.
UGH #2. Happened. I don’t think we went outside, we might not have even gotten naked.
Passing out: Also happened.
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