We got a cabin in Tahoe for Thanksgiving this year, which we celebrated on Friday as sort of a fuck you to George Bush and God. And because that was the only day we could get most people to come.
Wednesday: Arrived late w/ Mini-Shark, Patsy, and Alison. Occupied hot tub, drank vodka and case of beer. Had semi-naked wrestling match in TV room. Mini-Shark opines, “It’s getting pretty rapey in here.”
Thursday: Go into town, Mini-Shark loses $50 at Montbleu casino. I lose two dollars at video poker. Get drunk playing card-games, watch Batman, drink whenever someone says “Batman.”
Friday: people arrive in early afternoon. Mini-Shark and I skin out to avoid initial clash of egos and property. Mini-Shark wins $130 at Harrahs craps table. Shark wins two free Coors Lights. Mini-Shark and Shark have a bonding moment when they realize that they both like Coors. Thanksgiving dinner attendees: Shark, Mini-Shark, Patsy, Alison, Shanny D, Deep Throsey, Nick L., Emily, Oliver, Jeremy, JB, Byron, Lauren, Jonelle (+ Aussie boyfriends), two Asians. Friday was a seem somewhat lackluster party night despite the following: horse racing card-game involving slapping and back-hand slapping (winner got to choose between slapping two people with forehand slaps or slapping one person with a back hard slap because, yes, a backhand slap is not much more degrading), extravagant sit-down dinner featuring delicious food (prepared in large part by Shanny D, but thanks also to Alison for the mashed potatoes and to Rosie for her grandmother’s buttery buns…) and the classical music strains of Pyotr Tchaikovsky [FN1], and the main event: a full-on, no-holds barred wrestling match between Shark and Johnny D, obviously. Shark seemed to be in command after several punishing clothes lines and eye gouges, but after mounting the living room chair to perform the showy, hubris-flouting elbow-drop finish, Johnny D shifted and Shark missed the elbow drop, which, of course, caused him to grip his back in pain and immediately lose the match.
Saturday: A day of epic proportions. Mimosas, screwdrivers, and Bailey’s coffees to start the morning off. Then a day trip to a Lake Tahoe beach: replete with kayaking (I’m not going to look up how to spell that), drinking vodka, throwing rocks at bigger rocks, and me falling into the water. We return to the cabin. Bathtub bubblebath bonaza commenced upstairs, followed by trivial pursuit and beer pong downstairs. Highlights of the latter: Rosie and Thrill defeat Nick and Oliver; Shark and Thrill lose BIG TIME to Mini-Shark and Jeremy. I was forced, thereby, to drink lots of beer, which caused me to retreat upstairs, vomit vigorously, then regress into a drunk crying fit for about two hours. Characters in Faulkner were extensively discussed.
Sunday: Woke up hella early to avoid traffic. Felt like dog testicle.
FN1: Nick prepared rice.
5 responses so far ↓
reid // Nov 29, 2007 at 1:08 pm
was there any “sword” fighting between shark and mini-shark?
Thrill // Nov 29, 2007 at 3:58 pm
It was more like dagger fighting.
Linda // Nov 30, 2007 at 11:30 am
Hahahha. First laughter of the day brought to me by Trill.
Hip E. // Dec 2, 2007 at 11:47 pm
Dagger? I hardly even know ‘er.
Shark // Dec 3, 2007 at 9:45 pm
Thrill: it couldn’t have been like a dagger fight because I have a big penis. I guess I just don’t understand your comment.
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