So, this past weekend me and 3 guys headed down to Boone, NC for a cabin trip with like 19 other people. On the ride down there we hit massive traffic, a tropical storm, and shit that made me and another guy start doing the theme from deliverence at the exact same time. Mapquest took us down roads of death. I'm talking mud with a touch of rock. Yeah, fuck mapquest for shit like that. Anyway, about 9 hours after we left Norfolk for a fucking 6 1/2 hour drive we get to the cabin and everyone is already fucked up. Well, I had to play catch up so I crack open a beer and then I said something about wishing I had weed. Well, at this point this guy's like, "You want to smoke?" and yeah, like I'm going to turn down free weed. So I ended up smoking a bowl with him after he gave me a bowl to smoke by myself (that's what I call a good guy right there). So w/in 15 minutes of me getting there I'm fucked up. After that come tequila, coke and everclear, margaritas, and some random other things. What happened later that night is kind of a blur to be honest with y'all.. though I'm not sure if that's because of the accident or the alcohol.
Day 2
So I wake up with a hangover (suprise) and I drink a shit load of water and get in the hottub. Again, blurry, probably because of the accident. Later I headed into town with some people and it was fun. We ended up eating at this really cool place that kicked ass. Great food really... then back to the cabin to find out everyone had left and they locked the cabin. So, because I'm good like that I find an open window, cut the screen slightly, then pop it out so I could do some Mission Impossible shit to get in. Yeah, the window was over about a 20 foot drop.
Later that night
The drinking continues. We had a fucking pony keg of mhai ties(sp?) that were insane. Smoked more weed. Drank more alcohol. Smoked even more weed. Drank even more alcohol... and yes weed then alcohol again. Then around 3 in the morning we went to this road out in the middle of nowhere and startted firing off mortars. That was fucking sweet. The moon was nowhere to be found so it was pretty damn dark with a sky full of stars. I mean, I've never seen that many before. There was a fucking ravine(sp?) that lit up every time the mortar exploaded. Again, pitch black to ooooo prettty. We end up getting back around 5 just in time to pass the fuck out. There really isn't much left... unless you count the accident.
On the way home:
So we're like 120 miles outside of Norfolk making good time when our driver says something about getting us over 500 miles safely... yeah, guess what happens next? We hit an oil slick and start fishtailing, pulled off a couple of 360's, and landed in a super ditch of death. Not a regular ditch... oh no, this was a fucking 6' deep ditch with a concrete channel at the bottom. Broke our damn rear axel. Oh, and I got a decent concussion. We ended up using one of the guy's AAA 100 free tow miles to get close to Norfolk to have the driver pay for the rest.
Anywho, that's the end of my story. I must go lay back down so hopefully I'll be able to go into work tomorrow.
--Ben
P.S.
I left my fucking camera at home so I have no pics. I'll hotlink to the site where all the pics are being posted at another time.
Day 2
So I wake up with a hangover (suprise) and I drink a shit load of water and get in the hottub. Again, blurry, probably because of the accident. Later I headed into town with some people and it was fun. We ended up eating at this really cool place that kicked ass. Great food really... then back to the cabin to find out everyone had left and they locked the cabin. So, because I'm good like that I find an open window, cut the screen slightly, then pop it out so I could do some Mission Impossible shit to get in. Yeah, the window was over about a 20 foot drop.
Later that night
The drinking continues. We had a fucking pony keg of mhai ties(sp?) that were insane. Smoked more weed. Drank more alcohol. Smoked even more weed. Drank even more alcohol... and yes weed then alcohol again. Then around 3 in the morning we went to this road out in the middle of nowhere and startted firing off mortars. That was fucking sweet. The moon was nowhere to be found so it was pretty damn dark with a sky full of stars. I mean, I've never seen that many before. There was a fucking ravine(sp?) that lit up every time the mortar exploaded. Again, pitch black to ooooo prettty. We end up getting back around 5 just in time to pass the fuck out. There really isn't much left... unless you count the accident.
On the way home:
So we're like 120 miles outside of Norfolk making good time when our driver says something about getting us over 500 miles safely... yeah, guess what happens next? We hit an oil slick and start fishtailing, pulled off a couple of 360's, and landed in a super ditch of death. Not a regular ditch... oh no, this was a fucking 6' deep ditch with a concrete channel at the bottom. Broke our damn rear axel. Oh, and I got a decent concussion. We ended up using one of the guy's AAA 100 free tow miles to get close to Norfolk to have the driver pay for the rest.
Anywho, that's the end of my story. I must go lay back down so hopefully I'll be able to go into work tomorrow.
--Ben
P.S.
I left my fucking camera at home so I have no pics. I'll hotlink to the site where all the pics are being posted at another time.
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