There were hundreds of, let’s call them mini events, that happened over the years that in theirselves don’t warrant a full blog. So from time to time I’ll package a few.
The New Tent
Tired of sleeping in the back of the ‘shag wagon‘, I decided that I needed a tent. So I went down to the Sears clearance centre in Rexdale to see what they had. Goldmine – picked up everything I needed at 70% off. Over the years I found many things I needed there at ridiculously low cost – another blog topic?
Anyhow back to the story. My camping haul included a couple of bright orange nylon tents made by World Famous, a common low cost brand of the time. I was quite proud of the one man tent and showed it off at the next games I competed at. It even had a rain fly to protect from the elements. I still use a fly from one of those tents to cover my snow blower in the summer.
After celebrating (a common theme) the successful end to another games, we returned to the camp area to wind down at the after party. Kind of like the Academy Awards, but without the red carpet and celebrities’ and gift bags – so, not quite like those awards but fun anyways. I digress…again.
As we neared the camp area I saw a strange sight. It was long, inflated by the wind into a kind of cylinder shape, oh and bright orange. Deflated I briefly held on hoping no one else would notice. Yeah right, that was going to happen.
The wind inflated tent and fly was quickly dubbed the inflated condom and a legend was born. There was quite a few viewings that inaugural evening. Over the time I found a few subtle clues that it had been borrowed by a few inebriated couples who sought the full experience of the condom tent which only added to the legend.
I proudly (but really was too cheap to throw away a new tent) embraced the tents new identity and continued to use it until I moved on to greater things – camping wise.
Have you seen my teeth?
Content Warning. If you are squeamish at all stop reading.
We celebrated another successful competition with a great Cèilidh (google it) and an after party. Lucky to find my way back to my tent I crashed for the night.
The next morning I saw a friend wandering around muttering something – turns out he was looking for his new and very expensive teeth. I helped him look around a bit without any luck. Bursting I ran to use the portable facilities, the John, – they were disgusting as usual.
Now, I really try to avoid looking at the contents of the John but as I did something caught my eye. The more I went the more it emerged – you guessed it, teeth found.
I passed on the good news and my friend rushed to confirm my find. Looking green, he emerged from the John, grabbed two of our marshmellow skewers and retrieved the teeth. I’ll leave it to your immagination as to how they ended up there.
A quick rinse in some leftovers from the night before and they went back where they belonged.
I know; Yuck! with a capital ‘Y’.
After that experience my friend had a new modus operandi, before attending the after party, make sure to put your teeth in your buttoned pocket.
And with that another blog down.