The trip back home seemed like a long one. I guess almost three weeks would make it feel that way. Seemed like we got in a good balance of work, play, family and friends and we had a really great time.
The 4th at Ned’s consisted of the usual hijinks. Even though some past winners were engraved on it, the presence of the official trophy was too much for some to handle. The desire to be immortalized on it left too many people thinking about what it might take. When you get down to it though, it is really quite simple to win the award. You just need to fall down drunk a couple times. Or you can take the fast track and win with just a single fall but you must end up in a.) the lake b.) the fire or c.) the bathtub.
Despite that bit of background and the following damaging photographs, we really are just a bunch of aging wimps who mostly retire to our tents around midnight relatively sober. It was great to see everyone and we are glad we returned for the festivities. And to answer the inevitable question that always comes up with the topic of beer bonging… no, we are not in college anymore. It’s a tradition on the 4th. Deal with it.
That’s right. Get a bit of food in first.
Now let the foam die down just a bit.
Finally, pour it down your throat to the amazement of your friends and the embarrassment of your family.
Ned watches on like a coach waiting to admonish The Warrior at the first sign of any sub-par technique. I think this attempt was met with a resigned “that’s respectable” from our host.
Fresh from the Northeast, Marlo prepares for her job interview with a respectable law firm.
Canadian Adam is generally upset with the quality of the beer.
More Canadian representation. What can you do?
“What’s that, Warrior? You want me to do two?”
“Fine then. I’ll store the second one in my cheeks for later.”
A true spectators sport.
Things getting a bit more civilized as the sun goes down.
It isn’t all drinking. We got out on the boat as well.
Eagles nest.
A crazy mist was covering this part of the river.
Wacky stuff. Wacky wild stuff.
Other events included competitive ping pong, fireworks, Spiffy’s, swimming, naps, and talks around the fire.
That's an impressive beer bong contraption. Home made? The coolest thing I've seen related to beer was a homemade kegerator in the basement of a friends house. I didn't realize the spout on the end actually dispensed beer. I learned something new that day. Good to hear you made it back without a hitch.