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Carousal XVIII
Hood River, Oregon
Hood River Inn
August 7-10, 2003


  
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"Which way to Brothelton? I'm late for my Drunkening."
Pictures
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Itinerary
8:00am. Ken share's his flask filled with Yagermeister.
The stewardesses quickly warm to our smiles, surprised at the steady flow of Bloody Mary's.
Rooms on the river.
Caps on the lawn next to the river.
The perfect bar, the perfect bartenderess behind the bar.
Rafting down the Deschutes, Clackamas or White Salmon River.
The perfect bar, the perfect bartenderess behind the bar.
Mountain biking on a creek side trail.
A steep single track descent, an unexpected redwood bough, Roland breaks a limb. John carries Roland home.
The perfect bar, the perfect bartenderess behind the bar.
Dinner in our honor, John wins nothing.
Roland overturns a table, shouts gratitude's of John.
We stand, raise our glasses.
The perfect bar, the perfect bartenderess behind the bar.
Kirk goes home with the perfect bartenderess behind the bar.
Sean trips on the curb, hits his head hard on a parking meter.
Dan helps him to his feet.
The perfect bar, ...
Sunshine on the lawn, beer in cozies, croquet in play.
Airport security takes Ken's flask away.
The stewardesses quickly warm to our smiles, surprised at the steady flow of Bloody Mary's.
Thoughts
Ahhh, the gestalt that is Carousal.

My brethren and sisteren that have been derided as alcoholic, boozehound, boozer, dipsomaniac, drinker, drunkard, guzzler, inebriate, lush, soak, sot, souse, sponge, wino... Do not fear the oncoming tsunami...we will be clad in weather-proven attitude and benign weaponry, eager to defeat any suggestion of morning-introduced big head, crapulence, crown fire, delirium tremens, drunkenness, DTs, feebles, head, headache, morning after, shakes, shot, willies...

And the River! Large, two-fisted (sounds like a porn film), running frothy, cold and refreshing...wait! Isn't that what they said about the BEER? Maybe they are indeed the same thing; both cold snaps to a brain diminished by responsibility, ennui and debt. Ahhh! To soak in one and be soaked in the other! Beer flows in and river flows around. Do not be the rock that attempts to halt the cascade! Be the empty can, floating peacefully along, waiting to be picked up, recycled, and filled once again. Come with me, my friends! Doff your angst and don your ale-hat! Come be enveloped by the bender, binge, blowout, bust, depravity, desire, dissipation, dissoluteness, drunk, excess, fast living, fornication, fraternization, gluttony, hell-bent, high living, incontinence, indulgence, intemperance, intimacy, jag, lasciviousness, lechery, lewdness, license, licentiousness, lust, orgy, overindulgence, revel, revelry, seduction, sensuality, sybaritism, tear, toot...

Come home, my friends. Come to The Carousal.

- Pete


Old friend, lunch splashed on
feet, wondering who financed
the last kamis.

- Pete, Carousal Haiku

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