The Agrinautica

   A lot has happened since last I had time to make an lj entry. Specifically, I spent 11 hours on a train returning to Davis, and then five days in Tahoe ("Taheezie") with Kristy and her friends.


The Truth About Rudolph
   Before I even left OC however, I was greeted upon egressing my car one day by local entrepreneur (circa 7 years of age?) Andrew, who asked me if I believed in Rudolph. "Of Course" I replied, to which he responded "I don't, no way his nose could glow like that!" (but flying ain't a problem?) "Maybe he is radioactive?" "How would he get radioactive?" "Maybe he grew up next to San Onofre (local nuclear power plant) ... or you know what else could make his nose glow red -- he could be an alcoholic!"


New Years 2004/5
   Returned to Davis 18 hours before scheduled departure for Taheezie. Next day 13 of us set out for a cabin in the snowie locality of "South Tahoe Keys" or something like that. Whereas last year our similar expedition was to an actual cabin in the mountains of south tahoe (well with neighbours every few hundred feet), this time we were in an area of tightly packed "cabins" suburb style with frozen-over boating waterways. Snow was a few feet thick but not as stormy as last time.
   For those who are interested, the cast of this adventure included Nizzle, Muffin, Sashie, Colleen, Little Colleen, Coleman, Coleman's girlfriend, a girl I can't tell apart from Colemans girlfriend, Olivia (pygmypeach81), this tall strongsauce guy David, one of the Amandas, Kwisty and myself and maybe other people I'm forgetting. Of the three bedrooms, the two upstairs had only two and four persons, respectively, in them, and the downstairs bedroom was filled with remaining girls such that it became known as "the estrogen room" and boys trembled in fear at the thought of venturing therein.
   As mentioned, the snow was quite abundant. Snowball fighting led to the backyard being divided into trenches and foxholes and tunnels in quite the astouding way. Also a giant mountain of snow was created by shleffing snow off the balcony, and into this from the balcony numerous individuals did successfully jump, usually while intoxicated. In the end the snow mountain was sculpted into a giant mushroom to great the cabin's next occupants.
   Late afternoon / early evening was spent by many playing card games. On at least one occasion this involved an astounding 6 hours of playing "cranium" straight. Often this denegrating into a "sexual tension bonanza" among the five girls and one boy usually playing. I usually hid with Slosha and Kristy watching Law and Order: SVU (Which stands for Stabler-Vision Unit or something I think). pygmypeach81 had gotten Slosha all of SUV season one on dvd for christmas you see. So we spent much time watching this thing. This one narcissistic pyromaniac in an episode is TOTALLY fr3ethinker. Also, during his psychiatric evaluation in the last episode of the season, the character Detective Munch issued the awesome quote "do you always deflect jokes with personal questions?" (in response to the more obvious arrangement of the same words), we subsequently declared that I am Detective Munch.

   My biggest peeve: the showerhead was level with my shoulder. Seriously wtf. I'm not even extraordinarily tall (I'm what, 6'1"?), and I constantly have to deal with similar showerhead arrangements in hotels. Seriously why do they always put in showerheads in such a way that a sizeable proportion of the population are going to have to grovel under in order to get a shower?
   Also, access to actual hot water both at home and in tahoe, as opposed to my lukewarm water in my apartment in davis, has led me to rediscover that shaving doesn't necessarily have to feel like having your face grasped with the clawed tenticles of a colossal squid.

   Around 2am on New Years I found myself doing exactly the same thing I'd been doing exactly six years ago in Sweden (adjusting for a nine hour time difference) -- running through the snow at 2am.

   I developed an insatiable craving for caeser salad with italian dressing while in Tahoe. Though I'll admit that the salad might just be an excuse to put italian dressing on something (and croutons!).
   Evening on the last day we were of course running out of materiels, leading Coleman to declare "well, we could make a drink with trail mix -- peanuts, everclear, and a toaster!"

   Thats everything that comes to mind at this moment. I probably forgot some notable things, and purposefully endeavored to keep this entry from becoming the mammoth production it could be. Now I'm going to Fuzios with Kristy for some firecracker pork fusilli, because I'm ravenous.


Previously on EMOSNAIL
One Year Ago: New Years 2003/4
Three Years Ago: New Years 2001/2


Related
Kristy's account of Taheezie
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