March 15, 2008

• OMG.  Talk about a feral experience...it was kinda what I expected, but kinda not.  It was actually a lot more calm than I had initially imagined.  But, it was wasn't tame by any accounts.  There was a mud pit, a lube pool and the ever entertaining, huge lube slide that lead into the pond, at least 5 kegs of beer, many boxes of wine, and something termed the "bitch mix".  All that, coupled with a bunch of very rowdy people means that good fun was had by all.  Its funny to think that it's only 4pm and I'm already nursing a hangover...

  We started downing the beer at 8.  I was pretty much pissed before 9.  I managed to stay out of the pit and pond for a while, but by 10, so many people were dragged kicking and screaming that I figured it'd be best to just get it out of the way and do it willingly.  My chance came when Kevin wanted someone to ride him down the slide.  Hah.  Why not me, right?  Trudi apparently thought so, and volunteered me for the uh, position (haha!).  He was lubed from head to toe and is so hairy that the lube managed to form a decent protective layer on his skin.  I figure, why should I bear the brunt of bouncing and tumbling on the plastic which had no cushion between it and the very hard, pebbly ground underneath.  So off we went.  I climbed onto my noble steed's back and we rode off into the distance...and into the freezing, muddy, water below.  It was actually a lot of fun.  =) 

  After stumbling out of the pond, Kevin decided that I needed to experience the mud pit too...I wasn't willing this time, but who am I against a large Irish man?  I was completely covered in mud.  I'm sure I even ingested a bit (at least ensuring I got my daily dose of trace elements!!).  I tried to rinse off in the pond as best I could, but the water was just too cold.  I trudged my way back up the hill with these mud-caked dreadlocks reminiscent of the Swamp Thing.  As we were complimented on our performance, I was told that it was all captured on film - great.

  The sun hadn't burned off the clouds yet and it was freezing...I shivered for what seemed like an eternity before Trudi gave me some food and Liv offered up some home made carrot cake.  Yum.  That helped.  My second trip into the pond was also voluntary.  I was very tired of the mud-locks and, well, there is only one fast way into the pond.  I was invited to join the Morley sisters, but as we were trying to group, someone - Krispin I think - bull rushed all of us and 5 girls, myself included, ended up skidding and sliding our way to to the bottom.  At least the mud was out of my hair.

  I changed clothes shortly after that and spent the rest of the time chatting with people.  That part was a lot of fun.  I stopped drinking by probably 11 and was pretty much totally sober by 1.  I can't say that for most people though.  They started hard and kept on going. 

  The drunker people got, as you can imagine, the more things disintegrated.  Some highlights include a game called "Shit Slap" where a bunch of people huddle around a pile of shit, put their faces to the ground, and the one person standing takes a shovel and slaps the shit.  The person who got splattered the worst, gets to wield the shovel the next go-around.  Sigh.  We are quite a feral group.  It gets worse though...the boys in this degree love to cross dress...I saw more boys in girls clothes today than I've seen in a LA tranny club.  A number of guys were in bathing suits!  With all the rough housing that was going around, bits and bobs were inevitably exposed for all the world to see.  I know some of my classmates far too well...wish I didn't but its hard to miss when they stand right in front of you and don't put the damn thing away.  Gross.  And still...it gets worse.  There's something called 'fire-hosing' which is basically pissing yourself...just letting it rip.  I only know of 1 girl who did it, but there were quite a number of guys who would be in conversation....and then piss would be dribbling down their leg.  One of the more "spectacular" shows was the guy in women's lace underwear...there was no dribbling...there was an arched stream.  Heaven only knows why I'm writing all of this down...I'd much rather forget some of the things I witnessed.

  But there it is...my first...and probably last bar-b-grog.  I got pics, but my digital was fried from the biking accident in Perth so I got a little disposable.  The good ol' trusty film camera. 

  I'm tired...want to nap.

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