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As you amy well know a good chunk of this previous Saturday was spent in pursuit of 'culture' with no intrinsic or quantifiable benfit gained other than an intersting experience.
Most people would not have travelled 5 hours one way to see 'art'. That said, most people wouldn't drive 5 hours to do anything, lazy narrow-minded turds that they are. But Faith and I did, and given another similar event would do so again.
So what did I get out of it?
The least I got out of it was the ability to say I'd done it. A stupid reason to do anything if it's your only or principal reason.
Faith and I had seen an exhibit of his (their) work a couple years ago when in DC at the National Gallery. It was amazing stuff. The chance to see one of their pieces in person comes very infrequently. Carpe diem.
One less weekend spent doing the same old shit. Been doing this too much lately.
A good opportunity to go to New York, and to Central Park specifically. A truly amazing place. A green jewel set in the midst of an unimaginable urban setting.
Being part of the largest group of happy people in one place that I've seen in a long time. If anyone ever questions the power of art to impact human emotions, I can say I experienced it as viscerally as I could imagine. Thousands of happy people from all age groups and nationalities dexpriencing something for no other reason than it's cool. And not a negative word from anyone. Unbelievable, particularly in a city known for its cynicism.
I encourage everyone to do something like this.
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You've always been able to derive a great amount of pleasure from a spur of the moment road trip that you feel could be pushing the limits of a reasonable amount of travel for a particular event.
I think you should do it more often. Especially being kidless, as you are. In New England, sooo many interesting and amazing things are within a day's drive.
I thought about going up to the Twin Cities on many ocassions just to kick Dan in the balls and then drive home again. :) Just kidding. I think that it is awesome to just pack up and go off to experience something cool. You are a great man!
Anyone remember the story of me kicking The Kidd in the balls? I was sitting on a fence at Ingawanis. There was a crowd of people around. He was getting all up in my face. I swung my booted foot out SMACK right into his grapes. Poor sucker dropped to the ground and stayed there for 10 minutes or so. Good times.
Never heard it. Very interesting in the story. Please tell it in detail. Why was he up in your face?
Didn't this happen during one of the illustrious summers where all three of you were at Ingawanis working? Or perhaps little T-Clog was just a camper at the time.
The same era brought us stories of Bat Babble and T-Clog dressed up as Batman as I recall. And nake tentmates. Steve.....something whose last name has completely forsaken me.
You forgot the last name of Steve Cummings? Good lord, he was ONE OF US.
Not much more to tell about the Ingawanis story, T-Clog. But you were present, and a 4 year-old C.I.T.
A brain fart I hope - forgetting Steve Cummings name. I remember all the important parts about him, though I never saw his penis.
Why was the Kidd in your face? I have no memory of this event. ZERO!
There was a crowd around. Mixed company, and various people trying to decide whether to go into town, hanging out at the horse fence down by the parking lot.
It was one of those old instances where he would deliberately try to piss you off. Sort of along the lines of the time he was under your loft and you wanted him out so bad he got you screaming at him. Or the Tommy Hickaman rap. Purposeful baiting/taunting.
Only this time he was rewarded with a near-unconsciousness from the well-placed leather tip of a size 10 1/2 Hi-Tec.
Wow! Was he in favor of going into town, or was it you who wanted to go? Your answer could have great consequences. Gibbs did a similar thing to me once. And I will tell you what happened once you respond. You already know, but I will tell you again if you don't know.
I'm not sure whether it was a discussion of going into town or not, actually.
All I know is that I told him to bugger off, at least a couple times. Coming fresh off wrestling victories vs. Matt Kono and that Preston dude, I was not in the mood to passively sit and be taunted, I'll tell you what.
But they made up, HARD, in the tent that night.
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