7.7.09

Let's Get Row-dy

Everyone is always talking about how shitty Country Fest is.
It's all about ~fOlK fEsT~. Whatever. Eff Bird's Hill Park,
Dauphin knows how to party. And so do the cowboys.
Seven of these guys were named Cody. Three of them
with a K and four of them with a C. They're all bros!

The thing about C Fest is that your supposed to leave

your inhibitions at the gate enterance and are encouraged

to just feel the love.

What is also left at the gate, is clothing.
Everyone is given a du-rag (Army print only)
to protect your upper chest
from too much sweat. You only throw up the Shocker
and guys can only get down behind the girl.
We didn't know all of the words to Save a Horse Ride
a Cowboy, so this dude named Cody taped our mouths
shut... WTF!
The lazer beams were too much so once Cody left
we decided to protect our eyes.
"Wait you guys, I can't dance this fast..."
Cody responded, "JUST FKKN GIV'R!"
Whatta catalina wine mixer...
We were celebrating Johnny's 15th birthday party too!!
I was pretending to be Charlie Chapman and was miming
happy b-day!!!!!!!! IT WAS SO FUNNY!

Catalina Lazer Beams apperently tickle your optic nerve.
So dangerous.
We didn't know that under the duct-tape Johnny was
secretly sleeping, so Tracy taped his eyebrows to his
hat so he couldn't sleep anymore.
But the lazer beams were still so harsh that we
had to re-evaluate for safety.
We finally found something that worked.
Dawson Cody Creek was trying to find my easy button...

It was definitely not in my mouth.
I snuck my inhibition in the gates.

This guy said "yah man, I wanted some like
celtic chains in a sea of freakin tribal waves! It represents
my love for Tim McGraw... do u get it?" Tracy was like,
"You are so eccentric, I feel your passion!"
"No freakin' way Cowboy Cody"
Johnny's eyes started bleeding so I put these
cups over them to protect the retina. He was ready
to party again!
I didn't realize we were not allowed any sort of
sleeping protection at C-Fest so we all just slept
under the stars. I'm telling you, the sky is whack.

2 comments:

Andrew said...

i spy pooka shells

Unknown said...

freya, i always said you should be a writer, i am saying it again... please write a book for mama!
mom, mommy, mama