Skydive, Party, Collapse, Repeat. That's the motto of the Muff Brothers, and the plan for the next 9 days. I'm off to Ottawa Illinois, home of Skydive Chicago, and Summerfest 2011, the largest boogie in North America. For years Gerry Cluett has been threatening to come with me, but circumstances and life kept getting in the way and he was unable to make the trip. This year, having cleared his calendar and sidestepped various family and social obligations he is finally going to be my copilot. We will be partners in crime as we storm the Flying HellFish Toga Party, assault the obstacle course in the Hit N' Chug, and watch Rook set fire to his Drop Zone as part of the fireworks show. Diane Beer Girl is going to be arriving sometime Friday afternoon, after driving all the way from the Canadian Nationals in Alberta, stopping at home in Winnipeg only long enough to do laundry.
The truck is packed with the usual assortment of gear, beer, tents, coolers...... and the tank of helium I never got around to putting to use at Mission 100 in St. Esprit. I'm sure that the flying Hellfish will be able to come up with something suitably stupid to do with it. I purchased a Super Soaker water pistol so that when I run "The Gauntlet" as part of the Hit N' Chug, and they start throwing those water balloons at me I'd be able to return fire. But when I was testing it out earlier today by tormenting the 5 year old kid next door I over-pressurized it and it blew up in my hands. I'll see if I can pick up a new one at Walmart, but just in case I've packed my marshmallow gun. I know it sounds innocuous, but at close range, under enough pressure, even a marshmallow leaves a mark.
I wonder if having Gerry along will make me more dangerous, or less dangerous?
I'm now living the life that everybody imagined they would have when they retired. If they had one hell of an imagination.
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