I’ve been having trouble writing about The Spot and I finally figured out why. I didn’t exactly DO much. Even through it was the best weekend I’ve had in a while, I don’t have a lot of specifics to share. I was pretty lazy to be honest. Hiking? Climbing? Washers even? Girl please, I am on vacation.
Here’s what I mostly did during The Spot:
1. Set marshmallows on fire.
2. Wander aimlessly.
5. Twirl in this gigantic tire swing:
… and that’s pretty much it. I developed the same weird attachment to that tire swing as I did that rowboat from the Steelesville cabin. I didn’t care that I was by myself. I adored that thing.
My old roommate Tony went with me and I’m so glad I invited him – and not just because he brought all the camping gear and cooked me breakfast every morning. It just felt great mixing an old friend in with all the new ones. I tend to lose parts of myself when I jump from circle to circle. Do you know what I mean? It was nice to access strengths and traits that I don’t really show around that group of friends. I probably wouldn’t have stayed the second night if he wasn’t there.
All right, so I already told you what happened the first night. The second day was mostly spent lying around in a field. I watched a washers tournament, puppy-sat Ford, “helped” people who were working the gate aaaaand that’s it. All in all, 92 people showed up! That’s crazy! For a while, we were scared we’d run out of places to park.
Saturday night was the absolute coolest. Three bands played at The Stockade – Dub Kitchen, Roly and Rockit Man & Chocolate Milk. There were little candles all along the path from the campground to the stockade, which made the long walk through the woods almost magical. There was also a totally sick fireworks display that covered the entire sky and completely blew my mind.
It was such a cool atmosphere, a great time and a mostly a total blur. Here are things that I remember, in no particular order or verb tense:
- Tony and I took a detour to eat at this drive-in burger joint that reminded me of “Home Fries” and reminded Tony of “Friday Night Lights.” We marveled at people like the city jerks that we are.
- Ron rented porta-potties. PORTA-POTTIES FROM HEAVEN!
- The first thing that I saw at The Spot was a gigantic ring on Jessica’s finger. She and Nick just got back from Mexico. He proposed to her ON TOP OF A MAYAN TEMPLE. That is pretty amazing. Those two are awesome together and we’re all really happy for them.
- I slid down the firemen’s pole for the first of 6,000 times. When my feet hit the ground, a bunch of Christmas lights turned on right behind me. Hippies cheer in amazement.
- Tom wins Jen’s heart forever when he points to the cabin and asks, “Is this where you keep Jacob?”
- The Rocket Queen wins my heart forever when I point out my ex and she deadpans, “Ugh, the d-bag with the visor?”
- Bryan wins The Rocket Queen’s heart forever with the smooth soulful sounds of Jack Johnson:
- Tony and I decided to stay another day, so we needed to go to Wal-Mart. Then this happened:
BRYAN: Can I go with you guys?
BRYAN: I should probably change.
TONY: Bryan. You’re wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
BRYAN: Right. That’s why-
TONY: Bryan? We’re going to the Wal-Mart in Fredericktown.
BRYAN: Right. (beat) Nevermind.
- I sing Jerell’s “At Da Teyents” every time I have to walk back to the tents.
- “Is that guy STILL in his hammock?”
“Hasn’t he been there all day?”
“Should we, um, check on him?”
“Does anyone know who he is?”
- Bonus and hippies go to the Gun Show.
- BEST REVELATION:
At one point, there was a weird mix of people sitting around the campfire. Someone broke the ice by asking, “Who has the strangest middle name?”
Some guy said, “Well, my middle name is normal. But my first name used to be Jeepers.”
“Why would… why would any parent do that to a child?” asked The Rocket Queen.
“I don’t know. They went back a couple weeks later and changed it. But it’s still on my birth certificate. My mom’s side of the family calls me ‘Jeeps’.”
- A girl brought those fireball things that you twirl around. At one point one of the fireballs flung out of her hand and hit the (wooden) stage. People hippy-danced around it completely unfazed. Jen and I clutched each other like, “omigodomigod pickitUPpickitUP.”
- During the fireworks, Jen screamed, “I can’t believe it’s legal to sell this stuff to my friends!”
- A firework shoots off towards the tents, waking up Tom and traumatizing him forever.
- I watch the fireworks with the brother of the boy who ditched me on the 4th of July.
- During Dub Kitchen’s set, Andy reminds us about all the fossil fuels that were burning to power the Christmas lights.
- “Who’s that guy dancing with all the girls?” “Oh, that’s Jeepers.”
- In the morning, I spotted Geoff and Erin laughing their asses off next to Tony C.’s car. Pat was passed out in the backseat, all curled up like an Anne Geddes baby.
- I spy Bonus teaching a little boy how to fish. PRECIOUS!
- A kid with a mohawk almost decapitates me with a (real and really sharp) chinese throwing star.
- Jeff told us about the time he fell through a window and basically cut his hand off. He went into incredible detail about how it was only attached to his body by the bone. He did this as Tony and I were eating eggs and bacon.
- Tony and I gave Jeff a ride home. After we left, everyone realized that Jeff didn’t know anyone. He didn’t even know the bands. He just randomly heard about a camping trip and showed up. That night I got about 5 calls checking to see if we were alive. Jeff was a cool dude. But thanks pals.
- PERFECT weather all weekend. It was too warm for Ron’s Argentinian poncho but he still looked awesome.
I think that’s it. RON IS THE MAN. Hooray for The Spot!