Well, we didn't go down and camp like we usually do. The "kids" did though and it was quite entertaining watching them load, unload, load, unload and finally load the truck so everything fit. J and I went down on Sunday which is the "party day". The kids had gone down on Friday so everything was set up and all the work was done. It was awesome. All I had to do was eat, drink beer, listen to the band and dance.
The very first thing I did when I got there was to pull all the tent stakes on both my kids' tents so they completely collapsed. They were busy yelling at each other for doing it until finally they realized that was impossible for both of their tents to come down at the exact same time. I suppose my giggling may have given it away.
As usual however I did consume my fair share of beer and tried to wrestle quite a few people. Me trying to wrestle 250 pounds of BC in the backseat of my Accord as EC was driving down the ranch driveway was probably the best though. Best because there was a poor, uninitiated, innocent other passenger in the backseat as well. There are marks on my headliner made by my boots, which of course were covered in mud and horseshit. There goes the Blue Book value :P Oh, and BC is a dirty wrestler, he pinches...I have the bruises to prove it. Although in all fairness he has a pretty nasty scratch behind his ear, you know, where I tried to rip it off of his head. I knocked Bobby off the cooler because I wanted another beer. And then realized I had pushed him off the food cooler. My bad.
I took pictures of the beautiful wild iris. Mike White's band was excellent as usual. I drank and danced and ate the kids food. They went to town and spent my money on more liquor and beer. All was well and right at Barn Bash this year, and to all a good night....
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