Escape is what I did this past weekend. After an eventful night out in the city...and after I scrubbed the scum off my soles (did I mention we walked barefoot onto the train as well? I'm pretty sure I stepped in something sticky. Ick), Frump and I drove up to the Catskills to our friend's country house up in the mountains. WAY UP.
We were meeting some other misfits up there for a relaxing weekend away from the house party-ridden town of New Ro. Kegs stands are wayy better overlooking a reservoir compared to a kitchen floor.*
*I'm not saying we've tried it, but I'm not exactly ruling the idea out either. Hmmmm.
Tor and Andrew found us driving on the road and told Frump to put his car into 4-Wheel Drive because there was a hilled (in fact, numerous hills) dirt road to drive on in order to get to her house. Picture sitting in on a roller coaster as it slowly brings you up to the top...yeah, it was kinda like that but not slow. Rather, it was bumpy. I frickin' loved it! We twisted and turned up what seemed like a never ending crag*
*yeah, that's right, i fucking said the word "crag." who the fuck cares if i used it wrong. It's for dramatic effect, bitches.
We arrived to this quaint little house with a little dock and a little pond. I turned around to see the view and just like the guy in the "Double Rainbow" YouTube video said, "WHOAAAAAAAOHHHAOHHAHHAOHAOAHOHHAAA!!!!!!"
if you don't know what I'm talking about click dis --> "What does this all mean?!"
It. was. beautiful.
**Sidenote**
Girl in puffy, black, winter jacket walked thru the student union. It's fucking 70 degrees out with an overcast. You will NOT freeze to death.
I knew going up there phone service wouldn't or couldn't be found. No matter how hard one tried to stand in one particular spot...it...was...nowhere. But did I care? Absofuckinglutely not! Any activity that encourages good ol' fashion nature lovin' opposed to sitting in a corner texting all day is certainly fine by me.
Saturday was perfect. Great weather and I must say sunshine definitely gets people in a better mood. And drunker too. I say this because Frump and I arrived around 10ish in the morning (a brisk 2 hours away from New gROss and shortly after breakfast we started drinking. And when the sun shines on alcoholics, it's always fun to watch. Tor and Andrew lip synched to Usher's "Let It Burn" on the dock, games of cornhole down in the grass, searching for newts and frogs in the pond, eating, drinking, and being merry. It was my idea to make it a once-a-month occurrence because one cannot stay in New Ro for a month without going away...I mean, it's possible but it fuckin' sucks. Nor is it exciting as screaming at the top of your lungs off a mountain and not give a shit who hears you. Because, well, no one can hear you. It's literally her house amidst greenery and tree-age.
Along with the activities sponsored by Coors Light & Bud Light, we enjoyed wonderful noms (aka foodie), a campfire with suedo-smores (sticks, marshmellows, really old graham crackers circa 2000, and no chocolate), and a trip back in time to the 80s where we stumbled upon an old Nintendo game system, heaps of games to go with it, and massive quantities of old sweaters and a lovely colorblock windbreaker that I made mine :) And we reminisced about sexy Patrick Swayze as we watched Ghost. Whoopi was so pretty back then. The boys debated about Monsters Inc. too. dumb.Driving up to her house was interesting too. We saw these abandoned cars on the side of the road and I couldn't help but think I might get killed by hick town forest people. But we survived. All seven of us. At least, this time we did. (This is where that creepy music starts playing).
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