the aftermath, involving a giraffe

I have survived the weekend. In order to do this, I'm afraid I had to kill them all. They never suspected it was me, because I was wearing a giraffe costume at the time. I tried to get a bear costume, but they were on back order. So giraffe it was. If you see any of them posting to their journals or posting comments today, that's me. See, I've hacked into all their accounts and I'm going to continue the charade as if nothing has happened. No one will suspect a thing! Except for everyone who reads this. So if you ARE reading this, and you have a giraffe knocking on your door soon after…well, don't say I didn't warn you.

It was a good time though, before the giraffe incident. We played a lot of games and just generally hung out and had a great time. There was a lot of drinking and I even tried a few sips of a few things to prove that it all does indeed taste like crap. Except for the one thing Lauren made me try, which was actually pretty good but I didn't want any more than the one sip anyway, because I have no interest in getting drunk. We went hiking on Friday and ended up on a much more difficult and annoying trail than we had previously suspected. It was about 4.5 miles to the top and some of the terrain was really rocky and annoying. I turned my ankle a few times (I think most of us did) but fortunately I didn't sprain it. After getting to the top of the peak we decided that going back down the same way we came would be really difficult with some of the steep rocky parts, so we opted to walk/run down the ski slope instead. I saw a tree that looked just like Swamp Thing. And then one night at dinner, Micah's food looked just like Swamp Thing. I saw a lot of things that looked just like Swamp Thing, come to think of it.

I am also amazed that we did not destroy half the furniture in the place, with all the things we were throwing around at each other during the course of the weekend. We got a big bouncy ball from Wal-mart Thursday night and every person who was there got smacked in the face with the thing at least once. Scott nailed me so bad one time my glasses went flying off and I had to bend the frames back into shape. Lauren decided Saturday night to make a fort by tearing apart everyone's bedding, which resulted in Scott and I fighting over who got the mattress that was already upstairs. I'm sure the epic struggle sounded hilariously gay to everyone downstairs, with mattress squeaking noises, lots of thumping around and me yelling "Dammit Scott, stop it!". Some of us went sliding down the stairs on cushions onto the mattress we had set up at the bottom of the stairs, and I had a particularly graceful landing on my face. We had a lot of stupid silly fun and I'm very glad I went. Lauren, thanks again for the invite, I had a fantastic time. Well, that's what I WOULD say to you anyway, if not for the giraffe.