If there is actually some people out there still following us, here are a few updates. Pond Mile 3 came, and was a complete hit! This weekend really has turned into one of our favorite times of year. We set a record for distances traveled just to get to our shindig in Little Valley, NY. Krissy flew in from Los Angeles. Mark, my old roommate from my studies abroad in Thailand, took a train and was picked up by myself in the Rochester Rail Station. Jenni, the vet to be in our Louisiana video, came up with two of her friends, Steph and Chad. Having gone to school in Pennsylvania, we had a good crew who ventured their way up North for the weekend. Kevin, Sue, and VJ made their way from Massachusetts. Christian flew all the way up from the Nation's Capital, and there were people from all over New York State. Needless to say, we had a great crowd.
Sitting here trying to recall such a ridiculous weekend isn't easy. Where to start is a tough question...Thursday night we arrived a little late. We was Mark and I, but you cannot beat catching up with an old friend driving through the dark of the night in an old VW bus. When we arrived, a small group was already in party mode, so we had to catch up. Costumes, odd card games and laughter filled that first night. It was a preview of what Kim and have now dubbed, "A weekend of rustic buffoonery." It's such a perfect catch phrase.
Friday we woke up to see VJ sleeping on the floating dock. The dock is pretty minimal - a few plywood boards attatched to a few pontoons and you have just enough room for a floating beer pong game. In this case, it was VJ's new camp site for the night. I think I was surprised only for a split second. Once I realized who was out there, I wasn't really worried, either. It did make for a great photo, though. Soon enough, the day turned into a waiting game for who and when would be arriving. Friday became a little absurd.
Absurd in the greatest of flattery. The cabin at the pond is really a small shed that was converted to more of a living space rather than storage. Well, it looks that instead of referring to the building as a cabin, I should referr to it as the dance hall. I was pleasantly surprised by the amount of people who crammed themselves into such a small area to cut loose. People who I have never seen dance before were moving like they were pros. My jaws were sore early on from all of the laughing. Saturday came, and that is when the main even takes place.
Our cross country styled beer mile is one that always seems like such a great idea until you are on the line with a drink in your hand asking yourself, "why?" At this point, it's a tradition, so we can't stop. The race has turned into a team event since our numbers have grown so quickly. This means that Kim went online and found old Bill Rogers uniforms from the 80s for a more authentic cross country race. Although, it has somewhat turned into a costume race as well, but that's a whole other story. Of course, with VJ being involved, you can see the rules and results at www.PondMile.com.
After the race, it turned into another weird and wacky party. If I remember correctly, the numbers for flip cup was something around 18 vs. 18. It was a tad overboard. That game, however, ended when VJ had the ingenious idea to take some of the tarps we had and make it into a large slip n' slide. A few bruises later, it was yet another dance party...and I'm all for that. There were literally hundreds of photos that I wish I could post up here, but I'm afraid that the story would have to be the size of a small novel. These photos should sum it up pretty well, though.
We seemed to plan for months for the weekend; which made me sad to see the weekend fly by as quick as it did. I will always take a quick weekend over no weekend any day. Pond Mile 4 is going to be out of control!
