PWB3

Finally, the third installment of the pwb saga. This was held in mid-October and as such was a bit colder than either of the previous two (here and here). This led to lower attendance. While I do prefer larger numbers of people, the situation did lend itself to certain advantages. With less people to keep track of I was free to have a bit more fun than usual. With that in mind, there aren't as many pictures as usual because I quickly became intoxicated and forgot to take more.............

Oops.

Another point of interest was that when told of this pwb, people asked if it would be a costume party on account of the proximity to halloween. I said sure, why not... and all seemed well. The first people to show up weren't wearing anything in the way of a costume. so when we were getting started I threw on a cape and grabbed my pitchfork so that if anyone showed up in costume they wouldn't feel retarded. As it would happen, I was the retard... the only retard. Whatever... capes kick ass anyway. Maybe I'll wear one from now on. Yea. Shut up... it's not gay.

Anyway, it was a very similar setup to PWB2 minus the projector. In it's place was Giant Beer Pong, an invention of mine which I am proud to say was well received. We started the evening with a fire as usual... except I went and fagged up the flare toss and it bounced harmlessly to the side.

This meant I had to walk through gasoline fumes to pick it up and toss it again. Woo.

I did manage to hit the gigantic target on the second throw, quite effectively setting it ablaze.

Most of the regular crew was there.

However there were lots of people I had never met. Apparently the band 'Son of Day' was there.

Huh, who knew?

Steve brought his girlfriend...

She's nice, but she gets mean when she drinks......

For food I had decided to make a giant pot of chili. I think it was meant to be, too. A day or two after putting the word out that I was looking for a giant cauldron Chris found one that his grandparents were getting ready to throw out. Hooray, we now had an eight gallon cauldron. Sam put together a great big manly tripod and we were ready for business.

Among other brilliant moments, Sam suggested using a power drill and one of those paint stirrers made for five gallon buckets. Thus, the chili impeller was born. I'm not sure if it is possible to get any manlier than a huge cauldron of chili cooking over an open fire all day. Maybe if I were punching children while cooking... maybe.

In what can only be described as an amazing feat... all eight gallons were consumed.

The fire was big.

The fire was hot.

Max is actually using the door as a shield. Actually, upon further review, I have no clue why there was a door in that field. Where the hell did that door come from?!

So then the big game was 'how many times can you run around the fire before bursting into flames'.

I think Adam I. held the record, albeit I have no recollection of what that record was, haha. He did manage to melt his hoodie to himself pretty well.

The later it got, the hazier things get in my mind. I remember that Dave's sister cheats at flip cup (have another shot Christy... haha). I remember that people were getting nekkid and I do not know why.

I remember that Dave is a bit taller than Mike's girlfriend.

I also remember that I'm waiting on pictures from the likes of Melanie (hope i spelled that correctly) and Amanda P.

Give them to me, or face the worst.

Hopefully this will be updated with more pictures eventually. Until then, take that next shot... it's gonna be good.

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