Cabin Fever: 100 Beers in the woods

We piled into the caravan and onto the road, reaching the Catskill's at the ripe hour of 9 pm. The hounds were released, the cars unpacked, and the refrigerator stocked to capacity, with its surplus being stored on the porch outside.
It was Labor day, and we were right where we belonged: the Cabin House. 

The Cabin House Labor Day tradition began last year, when Jay and I were barely dating. Otis was still a new addition to the family. It was a weekend of firsts: I went fly fishing with Jay for the first time, I shot a gun for he first time, I rode an ATV for the first time and Buka sprained her tail for the first time.

With such lofty shoes to fill, I anticipated a good time, but nothing could have prepared me for what occurred over the course of those three days. 

It was the perfect storm. The friends, the dogs, and the Italians...

The antics of the weekend are all innervated in the "femur of fun" (this all ties into my "skeleton of good times" theory). There is no telling one story without stumbling into another one...

I will leave you simply with this:
A "4 Haiku Reflection Set" inspired by the happenings that took place over Labor Day Weekend, 2008 and a Shakespearian sonnet  in Iambic Pentameter about the Italians and their wily ways.

Enjoy.

Elston Barreling...
Porcupine of destiny...
Dr. Evans Rules!

One hundred cold beers
plus ten ambitious people
wont last through the night

On the grassy bank,
Balanced bottles on white pipes
felt our Frisbee's wrath

No one flips a cup
while dancing to loud techno
better than the girls

Ode de Italians

On flashy Vespas from New York they rode
in fancy scarves and jeans with fancy names
only to find they were without abode,
they thought they must return from whence they came.
But fortune came to them in Coomber form
and Mike noticed a quite familiar face
with beds to spare within his woodland dorm
Mike offered that they come stay at his place
They parked their scooters right beside the cars
and greeted dogs and humans with a smile
Roberto and Francisco were the stars
despite their very odd slow eating style
They tried in vain to train the gay Sampson
And made mike laugh talking like E. Cartman


It also should be pointed out that this trip did include several more "firsts" to add to the list. They are rambled off below in no particular order
beersbie, flip cup, being the first one to go to bed, sleeping on the floor while Otis sleeps comfortably in bed with Jay

 

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