Camp. Chains of conversation and dualing quips of dialogue. Nearly naked Klickitatians. Grappling with tent stakes and tree limbs. Blongo: red, yellow, green, and balls of blue. Frozen bits in the cold rushing river. Standing. Drinking. Talking. Laughing. Bacon wrapped weenies charm the inebriated mass. Sitting. Drinking. Eating. Talking. Laughing. Good movies: screams of horror and delight. Great movies: a breathless crowd. Bad movies: laughter, heckles and the GONG. Drink again. Flashlights in the Honey Bucket. Wild Turkeys. Screaming Dogs. Sweet sweet swirling sleep.
Winter. No snow; that blows; find small patches in the wood; crouch together and pretend to eat your friend like a pack of wild zombies…for a photo op. Johnny Hot Tub. Ice Axe. Drink. Hot homemade Chex Mix. Hot homemade Chex Mix Maker. House porn. Coloring pages. A gluttony of clever food and dangerous beverage. Tightly we squeeze together for a good view. The Busty Goddess watches over us…from above. Cinematic brilliance and the occasional murderous appendage. Animals and children in peril. To gong or not to gong. Watch some more. Drink some more. 24 Films in 3 Days? Sweet sweet swirling sleep.
Yes, that is Sasha Roiz.