Posting drunk

“well #&%!$, now you tell me.

Go tree, happy new year.”

“Bring BOB, and get simmer on your way over!!! Better bring a girlfriend or two tho. We don't want a sausage-fest.

Looks like it's a party at the Captn's!”

“#&%!$... somebody's gotta pick me up - I ain't gonna drive.

I'm partyin with the Cap'n!”

“is santa still around? he can get you all and bring you to NY”

“They are all partyin with the Captain tonight... Captain Jack!

(Simmer, that's my real, "given" trail name. meangreen is an old account, but Captain Jack won't work, and Elise has abandoned me despite repeated requests for assistance.”

“I don't think santa can find me, I don't have a chimney for him to come through.”

“just me and vodka and bob on the mountain top”

“Party with captain jack. Alright.”

“umm does BOB have anything to do with AAA batteries?”

“call me



if reception



dizzy bltch”

“nah, it's gotta take D batteries.


I found Forest! :D”

“#&%!$. My drink's empty”

“so you found forest and have no more use for D batteries?


run forest, run”

“Oh dam! I'm gettin the threads mixed up! LOL!
Dizzy, you can call if you have service, and don't want to be completely alone.


Simmer, if it's gonna be D's it better be double D's!!! Others are good too, but of you are gonna go big, ya may as well go BIG!”

“ok.

now for a new bob. i wore the old one out.”

“GASP! {8-O”

“drinking some shiner bock down here in texas. it tastes far better down here then back home.

question, has dick clark had a stroke or is it me?”

“hmmm.

This party is getting weird...”

“Welcome Birch!”

“BOB gave birch a stroke?


interesting”

“it wasn't BOB D.O.R.K, it was Dick lol...

Good to see ya captain jack! Cheers to you all and the new year!!!!
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“Cheers bro, and I have no fargin clue what you are talking about. LMAO!”

“BOB and birch...nothing else needs to be said”

“Cheers all”

“BOB and birch...nothing else needs to be said�
The Dutchess of Road Kill

except maybe chipped tooth, damn thats so wrong.”

“for you or BOB”

“i'm off!”

“g'nite”

“Later.”

“Sporks”

“on a side note:

I saw Dick Clark and I am sorry to say but he could use a few of BOB's D batteries”

“double D's remember”

“Happy New Year.”

“yup, loaded up. prolly time for bed”

“I only had one whiskey last night. I didn't get to the party (old person card party consisting of four adults and canasta) until 10pm and just wasn't into it.”

“Man oh man was that trail washed out! I mean the Iron Mountain trail is a very rocky one, but the rains have definitely done a number on it. I wasn't planning on using the headlamp, but once the soil became very wet and dark and the brush crowded in places, it became difficult to see; then the rolling rocks became more frequent, so I put it on my head and turned it on.

My progress was slow in the dark, sometimes I had to double check the trail as there are a few spurs to the sides, and it switchbacks so many times. I always knew within 15 feet if I was on the wrong track and it was easy to correct, only happened twice. I fell once, banged my knee on a rock, picked myself up, rubbed it for a few seconds and kept going. It took me an hour and a half to make peak, I did take a 20 minute break to call a friend at the halfway point. He lives back east and I wasn't sure he'd be awake by midnight PST. Now that I'm looking at my total time of 70 minutes, that's actually pretty good, especially for the conditions I've stated. For those of you who don't know Iron Mtn, it's a 3.1 mile hike with a 1600 ft elevation gain.

So I made peak at 11:55, perfect timing! There were a few other people up there, but we were all feeling fairly quiet. I chugged my water, took a swig of vodka, chugged some more water, hauled out my trail snacks and settled down to watch the various firework shows around San Diego. They were very very tiny from up there, LOL! They were also somewhat buried in the fog on the coast.

The four people who were there left soon after midnight, but I wanted to stay awhile. Eventually though I did come down the trail. Do you know, walking downhill on a rocky trail is like trying to stand on marbles on a slick wood floor. By the time I reached the trailhead I was so exhausted I could hardly see straight, so I threw my pack in the back of the cab, hauled my down bag out and slept right there in my truck. I awoke with the dawn, but did not leave until I saw the sunrise over the mountain.

Happy New Year EveryOne!
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“Wow! Good for you!”

“why thank you
:O)”

“Hello out there...

I don't think I'm going to make it much longer tonight,

thought i'd at least see how life is out there in... Drunk land.”

“i need to get drunk”

“...if I ever think "I need to get drunk"....I do NOT need to drink at all...one of the demons I battle.....”

“moving just sucks that bad”

“For Pete's sake dizzy, you'll have a new home at the end of all this. Look forward.”

“You're just lucky I can't smite you over here. Two weeks ago you were complaining about not finding a place to live. You found one and now you're complaining about moving.

Work on your attitude.”

“She's run off into a bizzydtch.”

“~snort!~ That was funny, SB.

I found a good Mojito mix, that's all natural (actual lime juice, mint and sugar) that is now chilling in the fridge until 5 pm.”

“That would be 2 PM B.S.T.(Bizzyditch Stalebread Time).”

“just come over here and try these shoes on, walk some miles, ok? i'm not saying i'm not grateful for a new apartment, i'm saying that i'm freaking stressed out.”

“Hey, I gotchya........you are just blowin' off a little steam.”

“that's it!

thank you.

you had to have been there when my husband took an axe to the wall. ok ok, it was a hatchet. still scared me to death. he was, hell still is, uber stressed about many many things, but right then he couldn't get the molly screws out of the wall to take the big shelves down in our bedroom and he was yelling about it, he walks out the sliding glass door, the next thing i know he walks past me with a hatchet. i didn't dare say a thing or follow him. i wasn't sure what might happen.

i heard a lot of banging, i heard plaster falling. i just sat and waited.

later on i looked, there are lots of holes where the shelves used to be, and plaster bits and dust everywhere in my camping stuff that was underneath. but i'm afraid to say anything to him about it.
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