After finishing work, Valerie, myself, Michelle, Micah, Carrissa and Jen piled into Michelle's car and headed up to Glendo. We all bonded in the car by going around in a circle, saying our name, our favorite color and something we like to do. It was a purely magical experience. We arrived at camp at around 11pm, playing Lil' Kim's "Magic Stick". We stayed up fairly late, but only Jack and Valerie stayed up super late to help a drunk, who had fallen asleep on the road where trucks were driving, find a place to sleep. The crowd at the lake seemed somewhat redneck-ish when we first showed up, but I never anticipated the true level of redneck that was there until the next day.
The Next Morning
We arose to the soft sublte sounds of A.T.V.s racing up and down the beach with their mufflers removed. It was the equivalent of someone with the loudest chainsaw you've ever heard standing next to you, and it also appeared to be the redneck mating call for beach strumpets. After a while it became apparent that these people were not riding from point A to point B but instead intended to ride around all day long and all night long on the worlds noisiest vehicles, which would only mildly drown out the sounds of death metal and rock ballads from their giant pick up trucks. It was then, that we realized we were in hell.
Heading Out Boating
Thank god for the boat. If we didn't have the boat, we would have been stuck in the madness that preceded it for god knows how long. Steve and Michelle just recently acquired this Bayliner XT series watercraft, and it was a lot of fun to ride around in.
Cliff Jumping
Of course what morning would be complete without waking up to a little cliff diving. We headed directly across the lake to the same rocks which we jumped off of the year before.
Wakeboarding
Then it was off for some wakeboarding. I tried wakeskating which is like wakeboarding minus the bindings. It's a little trickier to balance on, but also a little easier for me since the bindings on Steve's wakeboard always make my feet cramp. I still have much to learn about wakeskating and wakeboarding.
Cruising the Lake
I hadn't quite gotten a sunburn yet, so it was time to cruise around the lake a little more. I enjoy being on out on the boat more than Sling Blade enjoys french fried potatoes. We also took a cruise around the lake the next day to the cove we had been to the year before, and also up the northern side of the lake which we had never been to before.
Something Good
Back at the camp later, Micah and Jack had something good for Carissa, and she was trying to guess what it was. We spent most of the afternoon at camp enjoying a few cocktails and attempting to drown out the endless deluge of backwoods music with our own blend of offensive rap music. Jack had compiled his Time-Life's most offensive rap of all time collection, and was more than eager to share it with fellow campers as well as anyone willing to pass within 50 feet of our camp.
Rednecks Everywhere
But nothing can stop the awesome force that is redneckism. After giving in and piling into the back of this redneck's truck for a free cruise around the beach, the crew was stopped by this bunch of rednecks who invited everyone to a party (or ho down as it would be called) later that night. The redneck on the left also informed Steve that he has a pretty mouth.
Sunset
Ah the sunset. Such a peaceful time at Glendo. This is the point of the evening where the sounds change from your basic death metal and ATV noise, to slow rock ballads and ATVs idling. We played some frisbee and football and hung out down by the water. Last year's sunset grab ass came to mind as the sun made it's final display of colors and light for the day. It was now time to grab some drinks and "get 'er done!"
Get 'er Done!
"Get 'er done," is the rednecks way of saying, "Would you fancy another drink good sir?" Many of us were all too obliged to do just that. During the party, which was held at a neighboring camps bonfire, one redneck informed me that, "I get 'er done. He get's 'er done. She get's 'er done. If you need to get 'er done, we help you get 'er done, then we all get 'er done. GET 'ER DONE!!!!"..... Seriously..... That was what he said. In an open challenge from the rednecks, Micah, Mike and I polished off the last half of a bottle of Jack Daniels in about 1 minute, with Micah doing the far majority of the work. The rest of the night for Micah was spent running from "Charlie" (the vietcong) who were "in the trees", and expressing his enthusiasm as if he were an ape..... Alcohol is a dangerous drug.
