I do. Out of about 1000 pictures from last year I have maybe 10 that aren't fish eye. Its far too much fun to look through when you're hammered. I will have an actual fish eye lens this year and not some cheap ass add on.
Post by StormyPinkness on Mar 8, 2011 13:39:21 GMT -5
It is Sasquatch magic, again.
Case 1 - First year going to Sasquatch in 2006. We go to small stage on the lawn (where the dance tent is now) to watch Brett Dennan because HG went to high school with him. We randomly run into Steve, who is HG's little brother's best friend from high school. Steve ends up moving here, being one of our best friends, and our Sasquatch companion. He is now marrying Brett Dennan's cousin.
Case 2 - The year is 2009. We are camping with our friend Steve that I mentioned above and his girlfriend. We ended up doing some terrible grocery shopping that year and were really lacking any protein. We were so hungry. A nice Canadian fellow next to us gives us a piece of the Spam he is cooking up. We apparently look so pathetic in our revelry of his Spam that he ends up giving us a whole can of it, which we commence to cooking and wolfing down immediately. Spam is now a yearly tradition. The truly magical part of this story is that we saw him at last year's Sasquatch at the line for the Honey Buckets in a completely different part of the campground and he totally remembered us. He was like, "hey, remember me, I gave you that Spam." Being that it was amazing and also I was coming up, I kind of freaked out and told him he was a god and about how his Spam changed our lives.
Case 3 - Last year we made friends with all of our neighbors and met a nice Canadian fellow named Blake. We ended up with some extra party favors and on Monday we gave them to him for like ten bucks so we could just be rid of them. We gave him extra "just in case he met a pretty girl to give them to." Well turns out he had a great time and met that pretty girl and hung out with her group all day and was going to bring her back to camp to hang out. She didn't end up making it because in her words, "I was high and just sort of wandered off." We get back to the real world and are talking to our friend Sara who had been camping with us and find out that our friend/her roommate had just started dating this girl who lived one apartment away from them. This was the same girl that Blake had met and hung out with and given the party favors to. We are now extremely good friends with her and are in her caravan for Sasquatch this year.
Case 4 - The most recent case and the reason I felt like sharing all of these stories. This shit never ceases to amaze me. Last year we were camping next to this group of young bros. They were doing the beer bong at like 8:30am. The were nice guys, pretty wasted all the time and hilarious to watch. One of them looked like a little drunk Shia LaBeouf, and HG told him that. He turns around and says, "he says I look like Shia LaBeouf, TOO!" He was hilarious and we named him Lil' Drunk Shia. He came up to us on the last day and said, apropos of nothing, "I know this is really messy, but I promise you guys I am going to pick up all of this trash." I guess we looked old and he wanted to appease the old folks. But I will tell you what, that kid really did pick up everything. And it was pretty bad. My only regret of last year's Sasquatch is not doing a beer bong with Shia and crew. I never thought I would see them again and then they are posted in the Sasquatch boards. It is a beautiful thing.
Sasquatch miracles are beautiful, and unlike the mythical creature are definitely true! You've all been bored to death my empty's and my Sasquatch stories, but they really are part of what makes Sasquatch the most amazing weekend ever.