Episode Seven: Who-ha 2002 at Lost Lake
Gathered at the Lost Lake retreat: spirited, adult beverages and Pictionary are the chosen vises.
Carmen had it all laid out for Pictionary. Kudos for Carmen.
The friends of "Rockstar Nate" always have fun. It goes without saying, really.
"Rockstar J.D." and Chris attempt to re-create the joy, splender and sorrow of a Roman orgy.
But time runs out, "Like sands through the hour glass, so are the Days of Our Lives"
NO SHIT!! Been there, done that.
"Rockstar J.D." unleases "the FURY and the WRATH" of the micro-cannon, a model IXPaD.
Let's just say that most of the rules have been broken.
Even fine potatoe guns, such as "the Final Solution" now seem obsolete.
Good thing that there were not too many people up there.
Or that Mason County law officers are too far away, or both.
Carmen also had some fun fireworks, pictures of fireworks usually suck, this time was no exception.
Brock is strumming some chords. Guitars are cool.
"Rockstar Nate" is trying to decide the fate of what to name Brock.
Sure, the standard naming convention would lead us to "Rockstar Brock"
But "BRockstar" ROCKS so much heavier!! Long live "BRockstar" and may he shine brightly!!
"BRockstar's" wife Tasha is chilling.
That is Turbo-Orange juice that Tasha is nursing. She thinks that "Brockstar" will truly ROCK someday.
She maybe wrong, but she maybe right.....
Good thing that Tasha did not have to reveal her "Special Powers" and kill anyone.
Everyone has survived the evening and the glory of a beautiful dawn is bestowed upon us.
"Rockstar Nate" is shown here cooking breakfast for his friends. "Rockstar Nate" loves to cook! ALWAYS!!
And truly amazing as it seems, Chris will seemingly awake from the dead as well.
Chris can become highly-opinionated when he is highly-spirited, and OH BOY, can he snore!!!
And so, breakfast is served.
Hashbrowns, bacon, sausage, biscuits, eggs by "Brockstar" are enjoyed by all.
Tracy is shown here flashing her trademarked-beautiful smile. No doubt ready for breakfast as well.
Tracy likes Rush and the Eagles, having seen both groups recently.
"Rockstar Nate" agrees that both bands are great since he has seen them both and enjoys their music as well.
A jovial Chris jokes that he is still alive, not by accident of course.
Legend has it that Kerry has helped save Chris more than once.
"BRockstar" is appearing very tranquil out on the dock.
"Rockstar J.D.'s" fishing pole can be seen cast' and locked for some fish catch'n action.
Sorry, no full-house this time gambler, know when to walk away, know when to run. WORD.
That reminds me, we played some "high-stakes" poker last night. Tasha was the bandit.
Wow, an sky-cam shot from Chopper 7!
A virtual plethora of breakfast consumables just waiting to be consumed.
Yummy!! "Rockstar J.D." took care of the java, which should not be confused with JAVA.
Rockstars and geeks know that these are two completely different things. Yo!
"Jovial Chris" breaks out the lefty club to aim for the island. Few ever hit it
"BRockstar" fixed his slice and launched the little white ball on the island more than once.
I suppose this is where I could comment on the "no-shows" but I reframe.
The cannon, a model IXPaD unit = "Ignite, eXplode, Pro-jekt and Deliver".
Not much that I can say except this little fellow is a blast. No SHIT!!!
I went around and warned the neighbors that were around, what guy...hun?
One neighor, Mr. Clark Barney, came over to drop off a present for my dad.
He had mentioned that the second blast last night shook his windows.
However, he was eager to see how this works in person. It is all in good fun. ALWAYS!!!
"Rockstar J.D." and "Jovial Chris" contemplate that fate of a helpless-lime.
Oh, it is definately going to be a projectile.
But will it just implode or will it be launched into the stratosphere?
Only time will tell....
And there she blows!!! Yes, there was a very large sound.
I suppose if I see an article in the newspaper or a story on TV...
that mentions anything about a Mason County resident...
mysteriously found dead, in a small fishing boat...
with the pungent stench of lime juice...
ROCKSTAR Rick Nielson tells "Rockstar Nate" that he missed all of the great fun again.
Next time the "Dream Police" may have to be notified or maybe not.
True ROCKSTARS make their own fun. ALWAYS!!!!
And they always invite their friends.