Hung Far Low

Weekend was tits.  The drinking began as soon as we arrived at the camp site.  I was sober enough to prop my tent up before it got to be dark, so I avoided passing out next to a tree or something.  Nobody was injured playing hot can, much beer was consumed, and good times were had by all involved.  The celebrated bachelor for the weekend received the tutu of shame, but was not forced to wear it for the entire weekend.  I didn't personally get photos, but one of the other guys took some pics.  In general, guys seem to be really bad at taking pictures; this is compounded even more so when on a bachelor party trip.  The idea of bringing a camera just seems like a bad idea, because someone will be getting in trouble for it somehow. 
Anyway, no strippers were involved, but there was a pole dance performed by Dano on a tiki-torch pole.  We drank ourselves silly and ate lots of meat.  We heard it was in the 100's all weekend, but we didn't notice since our site was 20 feet from the cool river and shaded by gigantic fir trees all day long.  Probably the highlight of the weekend was going up the road to Bagby Hot Springs early Sunday morning for a nice long hike and then a hot cleansing off of the accumulated dirt and hangovers.

After I returned home, the remainder of my weekend was spent out in the yard, trying to make up for all the time spent letting the weeds take over the place in my absence.  I don't ever want to miss the Summer Brewfest ever again.