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What started as a small gathering back in 2003 has now become a full-blown 3-day duck festivus. The following is my chronical of the Strassenseft 2006 weekend.
As all great ones do, this weekend started on Wednesday night. Comodore 64 Stutz rolled into Memphis, IN around 8pm on his way West to Boulder. I gave him the nickle tour of the house, which just so happened to end in the basement. Beerpong was inevitable. Alex and I took out Stutz and Stac two games in a row. Drinks were drinked, slams were slammed, and good tims were had by all.
I woke up around 8am Thursday morning a little hazy in the brainhole. Popped two Excedrin, ate some breakfast, and headed out. Stutz and Stef lead the way and I followed as we took 64 Westbound towards Santa Claus, IN. Shakin' the trees and rakin' the leaves - who knew it worked so well - Stutz got a ticket about 20 miles out. We arrived at Holiday World Splashin' Safari around 11 and met up with the HWSSFetz crew. We spent the majority of the day at the water park drinking free pop, lathering up in free sunblock, and cooking our feet on hot-ass concrete. Once we had our fill of lazy rivers and waterslides, we dried off, ate some Dippin' Dots, and walked to HW's new coater: The Voyage. The wait was about 30 minutes and the ride was the bomb. Seriously one of the best coasters I've ridden.
After HWSS, Stef drove home, and Stutz and I headed back to the BBQ ranch for some burgers, beers, and rest. TP showed up later that night and we all crashed fairly early in preparation for the big day. We woke up around 8am for some breakfast burritos and loaded up the canoes for the first annual pre-straberfetz canoe trip. Immediately after we put in, we noticed a leak in our canoe. Luckilly, it wasn't nearly as bad as the leak in Stutz. We managed to snap a group photo in the jungle. The highlight of the trip was the dead turtle Stutz found and flung towards Dooley and TP's canoe. Luckilly, BigD has cat-like reflexes and was able to deflect the carcass with his paddle. Good thing, because it was foul, and I'm sure if it wouod have hit him, the retaliation would have been severeJ.
After the canoeing was done, we headed back to BBQ, ate some pork chops, and waited for the Strassenfest crew to arrive. Two by two, they trickeled in, and at 4:45 or so, we OTE'ed.
What can I say about the fest itself. It was good, drunken fun. We got the #1 table so we could watch and/or interact with everyone entering or leaving the beer tent. When the taps opened at 5:59, we were the first in line with pitchers. It tasted so good when it hit my lips. All the usual fare was included - schnittzels, brats, chicken dance, chicken "sandwiches", hot cookies, vodka cherries, high-fives, polka. Rangoon, TP, and I rode the swings at one point. We were the oldest people by about 20 years on it. Also, we attempted to elect ASD the SFetz cute baby, but the results are still out. At the end of the night, some sober drivers took us back to BBQ to NOT WAKE UP THE BABY, eat some salsa, and crash. During the night, about a million spiders bit me on the head.
The next morning, ducks trickeled back out and headed home. Seleb, Annie, me, Stef, doodle, and Angie headed out to MosquitoFest (first annual post-straberfelch skeeterfest) for lunch and 14 different flavors of homemade icecream. For 50 cents a scoop, how could I resist? I had about 8 of the 14 flavors. The best one, in my opinion, was the Whopper. The worst was without a doubt the Cherry Cheesecake, which was aparently suagr free. Generally, "sugar free" indicates that some sort of artificial sweetener is used in place of sugar. This was not the case. NAX-T. Also, we saw the "stationary parade" forming as we left.
And that's it. We headed home around 2pm Saturday and left ourselves with 1.5 days to recover. 361 days until Strassenfest 2007! Color me Stoked!
Note: many details were left out. Feel free to add your own stories, and the ninnernets will remember them for you!
bigD (August 08, 2006 at 10:09:18 AM):
Betz strabenfestz blog, EVER!
I would pay $TEXAS for a picture of the human torpedo in action.
good tims were had by all!
m1 (August 08, 2006 at 10:21:58 AM):
bean (August 08, 2006 at 10:37:43 AM):
BigD - plz to asplain the human torpedo, as I either did not witness it, or do not recall witnessing it.
bigD (August 08, 2006 at 10:40:02 AM):
Towards the end of the evening me and someone else wandered up to the dance floor, I think to avoid being flamionjed. We located a few other ducks and/or other people I knew and strolled their way. They were standing there watching my wif and some other subset of people dancing. When my wif looked up and saw me, she made a beeline in my direction, arms flailing wildly and torpedoed my beer ote of my and, where it went flying through the air.
It was amazing.
Stef (August 08, 2006 at 10:41:16 AM):
I believe the human torpedo was Angie running at bigD, arms flailing and almost knocking him ote. Or at least knocking his beer out of his hands.
bigD (April 09, 2007 at 05:06:35 PM):
I heart strassenfest!
I unheart teh human tgorpeodo, which will not be in effect this year, thanks to my pphole leaking in teh wifs vhole and making a baby in there.