08-04-2009, 04:01 PM
And we're back, at least physically. I'm in that post-RR haze now, having a hard time focusing, it's very ADD. The weekend was extraordinarily over the top, as RR is wont to be. I left early Thursday morn, around 5:30 My original plan was to leave at 4:20 and arrive promptly at 9:00 AM, ready for work, but I wound up an hour late. I blasted up without a spot of traffic, all the way watching the creeping commute on the other side, laughing at those losers on their way to work. I overpacked. I got on scene with ease, breezed down to vol check in and picked up my fully loaded packet with an all access lam and special parking privileges. then I drove down to the site, found a nice spot and set up camp.
Quickly dm found himself showered with gifts - local produce, a cool test-tube like jar to carry local produce, vanity lams including one that could get a a free meal at the backstage diner (best eats in RR), lots of beer, lots of food, several t-shirts (for psych crew and some special ones for DM) and even a pair of newly tie-dyed underwear. Life is good at RR. In fact, it was all a little too good. By the evening, Dm was feeling nauseous, perhaps from too much beer, or some bad fruit salad, or maybe that funky zuchini chocolate mmedbread. He decided to go down early and on the way nearly puked on his tent. Ironically, that was the patio of DM's right hand man, dirty Hoel, who asked if Dm was ok. Dm replied he was ok, all things considered, and the crew left him to puke in peace. It was a rough night - abdominal cramps, had to get up to puke more and had some diarhea, didn't sleep much, but felt much better in the morning. There were some discreetly offered concerns, but once DM got it all out of his system, he felt much better. He apologized to dirty hoel who replied 'it's reggae' which made both laugh, and then dm admonished DH for placing his tent a bit too close to Dm's and that the whole event was dm's way of marking his territory. That also got a good laugh. Puking is funny at RR. The dub lounge was given two night crew vehicles, a mule which the owner lent on the provision that it got decorated with stickers and a balck hyjet, which looked like the bastard child of a mitsubishi minivan/truck/batmobile. That had a shift stick on the left and steering wheel on the right, very confusing to drive. Nevertheless, dm managed to work it out so he never made a single long walk, was always driven.
Quickly dm found himself showered with gifts - local produce, a cool test-tube like jar to carry local produce, vanity lams including one that could get a a free meal at the backstage diner (best eats in RR), lots of beer, lots of food, several t-shirts (for psych crew and some special ones for DM) and even a pair of newly tie-dyed underwear. Life is good at RR. In fact, it was all a little too good. By the evening, Dm was feeling nauseous, perhaps from too much beer, or some bad fruit salad, or maybe that funky zuchini chocolate mmedbread. He decided to go down early and on the way nearly puked on his tent. Ironically, that was the patio of DM's right hand man, dirty Hoel, who asked if Dm was ok. Dm replied he was ok, all things considered, and the crew left him to puke in peace. It was a rough night - abdominal cramps, had to get up to puke more and had some diarhea, didn't sleep much, but felt much better in the morning. There were some discreetly offered concerns, but once DM got it all out of his system, he felt much better. He apologized to dirty hoel who replied 'it's reggae' which made both laugh, and then dm admonished DH for placing his tent a bit too close to Dm's and that the whole event was dm's way of marking his territory. That also got a good laugh. Puking is funny at RR. The dub lounge was given two night crew vehicles, a mule which the owner lent on the provision that it got decorated with stickers and a balck hyjet, which looked like the bastard child of a mitsubishi minivan/truck/batmobile. That had a shift stick on the left and steering wheel on the right, very confusing to drive. Nevertheless, dm managed to work it out so he never made a single long walk, was always driven.
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