Sunday, November 22, 2009

There's an ember in the rafters and it's going to burn the whole thing down

Has it really been a year and a half since our last bonfire at the dry lake bed? Well, not anymore. We fixed that this weekend.

My friend and I were hanging out at a bar beforehand, and one of the servers asked us if we wanted to stick around after her shift so she could hang out with us. We told her we couldn't, because we were going to have a bonfire in the desert. She asked, "A bonfire? How old are you guys again?"

It doesn't matter how old you are. There's always a good time to be had when there's a bonfire involved.

A few highlights of the evening:

Someone tied glow sticks onto their shoes and took off running across the lake bed. I'll admit, it was kind of cool to see green lights bobbing up and down out in the darkness. It was even better when someone else ran out there and tackled the first person, what with the lights flying up in the air and all.

Okay, so maybe that was a little juvenile. Whatevs.

At one point someone started talking about a documentary they had seen about people who have sex with horses. Why anyone would watch such a documentary is beyond me, but even if I did watch, I'd keep it to myself.

One couple brought a some bags of beef jerky, and a bag of pup-peroni for their dog. I got the bags confused at least three different times. Luckily, the texture was different, so I didn't end up eating any doggie snacks.

Probably the funniest part of the night came when a girl told me, at knifepoint, to "get on the fucking car" so she could have her way with me. She didn't though. I don't know whether I should feel relieved, or extremely disappointed by that.

Eventually, the wind started blowing sand all over the place. Not to exaggerate at all, but it was basically just like the sand storm from The Mummy. My friend and I left at that point. It was probably for the best since i didn't crawl into bed and fall asleep until about 4 a.m. I was hoping to sleep in, but then I got a missed call from Tortellini around 7:45. My phone kept buzzing until I acknowledged that, so I called back to see what she wanted. She wanted to know if Grandma had a recipe for ginger spice cookies. Being the great father that I am I said, "I don't know. Don't you think you should call and ask Grandma instead?"

No word as to whether or not she got the recipe.

8 comments:

Boxer said...

While visiting fellow K9 on her farm, she had a bonfire and it was fabulous. At one point in our past, they served a bigger purpose, so it's not juvenille at all. It's actually as old as dirt.

Boxer said...

if you can get me a picture of my display at Jersey Mike's, it would mucho appreciated.

Inklings said...

She got the recipe, but we had a bad connection and asked for gingermolassescookies and I had to ask her to repeat it about 10 times before I understood that she wanted the gingerbread cookie recipe. Kinda embarrassing. :0s

TROLL Y2K said...

Compared to your past "Father of the Year" actions, this one was mild.

repliderium.com said...

Who in their right mind would think a bonfire juvenile????
Satan's minions, that's who.

steph said...

wow, that sounds very cool.

a bonfire or firepit is always fabulous, no matter how old.

Lightning Strikes said...

I have to say that your bonfire sounds like an awesome time! :D My friends and I had a bonfire almost every weekend not this past summer, but the summer before. I would've loved to see the guy get tackled with the glow sticks tied to the shoes...very clever of the person who tackled him lol.

Gypsy said...

I love a good bonfire and I love the fact that you are just a big kid at heart. Stay that way Minnow, there's plenty of time to be old and jaded.