Normtheguitar and I arrived back to my house. We were the first to arrive and the last to leave. I took nearly everything I own, I believe, to be sure there was enough to go around. In the several days, we enjoyed comfortable rest in the king size beds of my camper, canoeing, fishing, kayaking, and most of all playing music until all hours of the night. We did manage to put rather a large dent on the cooler contents (both food and beverage). The weather was perfect. Warm days and nights cool enough that we wore sweaters and the campfire was both large and welcome. My friend Roger (not a Chordian) put on a light show trying to ignite some white gas powered lanterns. There was some fantastic dialogue.
Some one liners I recall, and will likely recall more.
Jim (Mekidsmom's hubby) to Dirty Ed: "I thought my guitar was broken until you played it.
Guitarpix (or perhaps Jim) to Dirty Ed after he played a guitar in a banjo style: "If you bought a banjo, the money wouldn't go to waste."
I should have written them down. There was quite a lot of witty banter.
Oh, and also we had a 'possum and a raccoon that visited us often. The raccoon came out and sat beside my friend Roger late one night when Roger got a snack. I think it was wishing it could sing, because it haunted the song circle Thursday night when it was just Normtheguitar and I and also Friday night. On Saturday, there were a lot of other campers partying and going strong, so our raccoon friend abandoned us for better (or at least different) company.
Lots of fish caught. Many, many, many, many songs sung. And an absolutely unreasonable quantity of beef eaten.
- Zurf
Granted B chord amnesty by King of the Mutants (Long live the king).
If it comes from the heart and you add a few beers... it'll be awesome! - Mekidsmom
When in doubt ... hats. - B.G. Dude