woop woop woop

So where did I leave off?  Oh yeah, pissing off tent city boys, otherwise known as friendship.

After ladies' night, I ventured back up to Elkins for around round of square dancing and absurdity at Augusta.  Saturday was surprisingly more laid back than Thursday, but that was perfectly fine with me.  Came back to next day and the weather was freaking beautiful.  The bluest skies, the puffiest clouds.  Perfect.  A drive, and picnic, along the scenic highway was just lovely. 

Last week I worked a crap ton at the restaurant.  Bleh.  Luckily, I just got a call that they are closing the restaurant until Labor Day weekend, because they're actually losing money by being open right now.  For the holiday weekend though, all the cabins are booked up, so they'll get a lot of business.  Lucky for me, I told them I was done on the 1st.  So I only have to work one more day at the restaurant!  Tuesday I made $7 in tips in 7 hours.  Yeah...definitely not worth my time.

I've been running a lot recently.  I'm sore as shit, but I feel awesome.  On September 24, Marlinton is hosting the Roadkill Cookoff.  It's gonna be AWESOME.  In the morning there is a 5k called the Possum Trot, and you better believe I'm doing that shit.  I cannot wait to wear that tshirt.  It'll be my first 5k, so I'm a little worried since I'm painfully slow, but seriously, how can I pass up the Possum Trot?  I plan on coming in last place.

It's become habit to just drive to Tent City when I'm bored.  I think the newness of me has worn off, so the boys don't ever invite me to do anything anymore.  You think that's gonna stop me from hanging out with them?!  mwahahahah never!  I just show up and they're never doing anything, so I guess it works out.  I went there Friday after (gasp!) both Corey and Josh told me they were burning some couches.  I don't know what is with these West Virginians, but they love to burn couches.  I guess it's the hillbilly in them, who knows.  They start a fire at Tent City, then realize that the couches are at the neighbors.   What to do, what to do.  Well we can't bring the couches over here.  That would just be absurd.  And starting a new fire?  Idiotic.  We should just carry the fire down the road to the couches!  Genius!  That's right.  We carried a freaking fire pit down the road.  And when I mean we, I mean I actually participated.  Jesus, these boys have rubbed off on me too much.

coolest people I know...

Saturday night was a bit of a drag.  After working at PSBB and the restaurant, I went home, had two sips of beer, and fell asleep on my living room floor.  This whole being an adult, having two jobs, being a productive member of society thing is such a bummer. 

Nothing much else going on.  But here's some more pictures from Clifftop and other random pics from the last month.

you can get this on an ice cream cake at DQ.  I might do it for my birthday

favorite things: breakfast and books

typical Clifftop dweller

hoopin' was such a hit

swimming hole at clifftop.  pictures don't do it justice

we caught a groundhog at the PSBB garden.  it had a heart attack in the cage and died :(

fuck dudes.  I buy this shit for myself.

no, they did not pose for this picture. 

Droop Mountain Tunnel, along the Greenbriar River Trail.  It's creepy as hell.

silly pup.  his form of swimming is laying down in the water.

this crazy asshole tried to get into my house

I believe that I forgot to mention the greatest story of all time.  Or at least of Clifftop.  Saturday night.  scratch that.  Sunday morning.  6AM.  Still haven't gone to sleep yet.  People are slowly getting up and packing their things to leave.  Except our group, who has been frying catfish, drinking beer, and playing music all morning.  This dude with a red fiddle has been with us most of the evening.  We should have known that with a red fiddle, this dude was the devil, but we were oblivious.  

He realizes it's Sunday morning and suggests we have a gospel preacher jam.  Everyone is into it.  It's funny, and ironic.  Josh starts a little diddle on his guitar and Red Fiddle Devil Man starts preaching some story from the bible.  Well he gets going and going and he starts getting into it and getting louder.  The Holy Spirit is filling him up with the word of God!  As he gets louder, Josh is forced to get louder on the guitar.  He gets to yelling about some dude with eleven brothers.  Clay is totally eating this up and he starts yelling too. Red Fiddle: "He had eleven brothers!"  Clay: "HOW MANY BROTHAS!!" Josh jamming harder than ever.  Everyone laughing.  Pause.  

Some dude sticks his head around the Corey Mobile.  "Ummmm excuse me.  It's 7 AM.  People are trying to sleep and you guys have been pretty loud for a while.   Maybe you could keep it down until like....9 or 10.  Try to be courteous to your neighbors." (aka Shut. The fuck. Up.  we've all been drinking for 36 straight hours and we're hungover and pissed as hell)   Red Fiddle Devil Man responds with "You can't quiet the word of God!"  or some shit but the rest of us feel bad and eventually the Devil leaves, as does everyone else because now its 730 and its time for bed.  So, blog readers, if you ever get really excited about something, just yell "HOW MANY BROTHAS!"  We're gonna start a trend.  

(PS this story is much more effective in person when I can actually yell these things as loud as they actually were.  Ask me to tell you this story next time you see me.)

Another story I forgot.  

After Clifftop, I decided maybe I should take a break from the boys and socializing and drinking.  HA!  good one.  The day after leaving Clifftop, there was a concert at the Schoolhouse.  I usually like the bands that come through there, and they're pretty laid back so no crazy partying.  I didn't know anything about the band except their name - Little Country Giants.  I pull in the parking lot and there are a couple people I don't know standing around.  After seeing my car, they walk over and ask who's from GA?   I tell them I'm from the Albany area.  "We're from GA.  And we have a song about Albany."

No. Shit.  And guess we're they're from.  Athens.  We got into a big discussion about the reopening of the GA Theater and talked about our favorite bars.  Blah blah blah.  Awesomeness.  

Lately I had been feeling really homesick.  I didn't feel like the boys wanted me around and I was missing my college friends like no other.   I also just wanted to be able to hang out on my couch and chill out with my parents.  So it was a wonderful surprise to show up to the Schoolhouse and have a little dose of Georgia.  It could not have been a more pleasant evening.