June means one thing. Well, alright, it probably means many things, like summer, allergies, boats, people who’s parents had halloween sex are born… you know, things like that. More importantly, for the last three years June has meant Fubar camping, which means this year is Fubar 3.0, following both Fubar 2.0 and Fubar The Beginning. All of the glorious pictures from Fubar 3.0 can be seen and reveled in here.
Nature, or the Ecosystem, or Barb as is may henceforth be known, was once again not entirely cooperative. what started as decent weather on Friday turned wetter as the weekend went. that just meant we had to make sure stickball, or Log Ball as it became this year, distracted us. along with the constant battering of a lowly hatchet with several hammers through wood, timing Chad’s ill-begotten attempts to set up his tent in under an hour (with help) this year, MacGuyvering a roasting spit for a chicken and superb group work to hold up a tarp over the fire because it was raining only to see it basically stop raining when it was secured. Damn you Barb.
You may be asking yourself why Nature is now Barb. Barb was a park ranger who’s ass had decided to eat Barb’s pants for dinner. We first met Barb while eating dinner as she came over and want to know if we were burning a part of the ecosystem. afterwards, everything was either Ecosystem or Barb. Also, Barb is Dario’s new lover.
Fubar is one of those things that I look forward to every year. I don’t really care if it rains or not. I get to sit in a campsite with fired going with my closest friends and watch some of them do ridiculously stupid things. like trying to break a giant log by running into a tree with it.
if you wish you could have been there, well, you can watch nine minutes of the weekend and decide for yourself that it is indeed something you should feel jealous about not doing.
next year, bigger spits, more fowl and flaming tarps!