Friday, August 28, 2009
One reason this week was so great was the foam dance. In the background you can see a glimpse of the insanity of the students. Something about showering suds onto college kids makes them act like heathens and trample fellow students. It was such a scary feeling being in there, no one could see you, you couldn't breath and it was almost impossible to escape because of the hundreds of people pushing you further in. Once the officials found out those little tidbits of information, they shut the foam right off. Luckily we got in there before any safety measures were taken. Kinetic X was the mix master, and he was a master. It was a success. I love this school rich with tradition, and I love the friendly hippie students. It's gonna be a good year.
Monday, August 10, 2009
A couple weeks ago we got in the car and drove for what felt like 20 hours straight to get to Havasupai.
Havasupai is a magical place in AZ. It looks so different from last year, and despite the flood f'in it up, it was actually still quite beautiful.
The group of people was a miracle. They were a mess to assemble, but turned out to be thoroughly enjoyable. I love miserable people, and they all turned out to be very susceptible to misery. One of my favorite moments was waking up the first morning on the trail to find out that we had all been sleeping in a pile of crap. Collectively we probably got two hours of sleep that night. Everyone got eaten alive by crazy blood thirsty bugs and woke up swollen, with paws instead of hands, armpits that were convex instead of concave, and dinosaur neck.
Losing all that blood tuckered us right out and we slept most of the next day. Basically anytime we had a couple minutes or rather hours to kill we collapsed into comas.
And before we knew it we were off and clinging to each other for dear life. We then vowed to become extreme spider style riders and plan on taking this sport to a competive level.
The car ride home was the most hilarious and miserable experience. Our car overheated at about 2 or 3 pm in the middle of the dam highway, Hoover Dam highway, where the speed limit is about 5 miles an hour. We were so hot and thankfully I had just filled up my nalgene with ice cold water and I was able to douse my fellow passengers whether they wanted it or not.
I learned some valuable lessons this trip:
- Indians are more trustworthy than I thought
- Dairy treats are a good surprise when camping
- Timmy will never survive in that current
- Mariah Carey is always a welcome trip mate
- What exactly a bidet was