Okay – so I went to the fishing derby. Unfortunately, the only thing I caught was a cold. Fortunately, I was fortunate enough to eat the catches of others. It’s nice when people share their fish!

This year was quite different than previous years. For one, C, the guy who brings us to the fishing derby, showed up sick. He ended up sleeping for 18 hours straight and missed the Friday night gong show. It wasn’t quite the same without him. During the Friday night gong show, two guys decided to play some guitar. My best friend, K, said I should join them, but I said no because they seemed all professional and stuff and I didn’t want any part of that.

I wasn’t prepared for what came next, and I was deeply grateful for not wanting to be a part of it. These two guys tuned guitars (unsuccessfully) for at least an hour, enduring the drunken heckles of most of the spectators. At one point, I grabbed my guitar and me and K played and sang, while the drunkies bitched about the guys who couldn’t tune a guitar. They didn’t really even realize someone else was in fact playing a tuned guitar. Our campfire sing-a-long just wasn’t the same.

Saturday seemed to be a bit mellow, but we decided to drink our way to a party anyway. But then, K up and broke her nose. It was a pee-related event and I don’t think I’m at liberty to say much more than that. Needless to say, she wasn’t feeling like ripping it up after she smashed her face in. Turns out, the party was on that night, we just missed it entirely.

Heather - Mopey

Sunday was the day the derby wrapped up. I didn’t win a door-prize even though that is totally my forte, but K did and she chose the prize that I would have chosen, and I’m sure she’ll let me play the drinking game one day, so in a way, I did win. In a very long, convoluted way, that is.

OH AND I GOT BOOTS!!!

This place is particularly muddy down on the banks of the river and since we intended to fish we had to be prepared. On Wednesday, K informed me of her intention of buying some gum-boots. On Thursday, I realized that if I wore my hiking boots, I might ruin them, so I texted her during the day and asked if she could pick me up a pair as well. She searched high and low and finally found some cool ones in our sizes. She bought me a pair that she wasn’t quite sure if I would like or not, but figured if I hated them, then we could trade. Luckily, I loved them and we got comments all weekend about how cool our boots are. Mine look like this:

My boots

That took far too long to draw and yes, they actually ARE that cool! Keeping in mind I’m not exactly a pink kind of girl, you can imagine why K suspected she was giving up her boots. The beauty part is, when I asked her how much I owed her she said “Nothing.” and I said “What?!” and then she said “They’re a gift for being such a great friend!” and I said “Aw, really?! Thanks!!! Now you’re a great friend too!! 😀 ”

Sunday was supposed to be the day where we fished, but since K smashed her face in, we went home instead. Despite having not gotten fishing-derby-drunk, and having went to bed by 1am every night and slept until 9am every morning, I was surprisingly tired, so I wasn’t upset.

Monday, when I woke up I realized why I was so tired. I had caught C’s cold. I cursed his name and considered calling him to tell him, but I’m not sure if we’re “there” yet, so I let it go. But I’ll likely inform him of all of this the next time I see him.

Let’s see… other stuff happened… but the side story will make this post unbearably long, and no one really wants to read about vomit, so I’ll just leave it at that.

One of the guitar guys, Ken (who had successfully tuned his guitar – yay built in tuners!!), is the person who originally was the campfire sing-a-long guy. Well, we are now friends on facebook and we will be working together to add more songs to our already long set list. So maybe, if all works out, we’ll have a rip-roaring good time next year.

Also, C and T (the organizers) informed everyone that they are not organizing the derby next year. *major sigh* Our deal with C is, he gets us a motor home and we cook for the fisherpeople. Since he’s not organizing next year, we won’t have to cook, so we can actually fish. Bonus! Not so bonus: we’ll have to foot the bill for our own motor home cuz there’s no way in hell I’m tenting it at the fishing derby… not after three years of precedent.

Okay. I think that’s it now.

Big thanks to EliseArt for providing an illustration that has been reused and recycled numerous times. Apparently I pout a lot in my stories. So over-dramatic.

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