October 17, 2004

Musical Rooms

Here's my side of the story. Yep! I'll admit it. I'm a wimp. I'm a wuss. Geez! I'm turning 58 this month and I'm a cripple on top of all that. I just can't party with the big dogs anymore.

I left Atlanta for Helen about 1:30 Friday afternoon. Atlanta traffic sucks all the time but on Friday afternoon it sucks even worse. I was hoping it wouldn't be as bad at 1:30. It coulda been better, but it coulda been a lot worse.

I rolled into Helen about 4:00. There was an accident between Gainesville and Helen that slowed me down. Also traffic was backed up at Helen itself.

Found our hotel and checked in. Kim who set everything up was already there. So was Eric. Right after I checked in Recondo32 and his wife Georgia arrived.

I found out my room was up on the third floor. There was a ramp to the second floor but steps to the third floor. Georgia helped me up the steps and about that time the hotel manager came along and asked if I wanted a room on the second floor. By that time Kim had shown up and we hollered down to see if someone would trade rooms, which we did. Georgia then hauled my duffel down to the second floor, but before I moved I had a vodka on the rocks.

We decided to go down to the river and do some guitar picken'. It was Eric, me, and Parkway Rest Stop and his bodyguard. Wait a minute! This guy is a conservative from New Jersey. WTF? He came all the way down from Jersey for Blogtoberfest? Whoa!

It was too cold down at the river so we moved up to the third floor. Up the bloody steps again. This called for another vodka on the rocks.

About this time, Pumpman and Catfish showed up. He and Catfish were supposed to pick up Mama Montezz at the Atlanta airport but she missed her connection. Many phone calls were made to figger out how she was gonna make it to Helen. She has told the story of her trip from hell. I didn't realize Georgia had gone to Gainesville to get her. It's a good thing she got back in time to take care of me.

Pumpman and Catfish came up to the room and by now there were four of us drinking and playing guitar. There were more than four of us drinking. There were five players, but I left my guitar at home since I figgered there would be better guitars to play and I was right.

I gotta say I really like Kim's girl friend because she said I had a really good voice. I don't know how much she had to drink when she said that.

We picked and grinned until about 1:00 AM. By this time most of the booze was gone. I got up to go to bed. Let me rephrase that. I tried to get up to go to bed. The chair I was sitting in was right by the door. I couldn't even make it out the door. Georgia said I fell five times, but she must have been exaggerating. It's not too hard to get falling down drunk when you're a cripple.

We decided that the best thing for me to do was just crash in this room. So she went down the the room I had traded for and got my stuff. Then she helped me get ready for bed. Nothing happened! She's married and I was hammered. Pumpman is lucky to have her as a friend. She's probably as good for him as Cindy is for me.

Eric had gone out to a bar, so she left him a note on the door that I had traded rooms with him.

In the meantime Dax had shown up and didn't have a place to sleep so he crashed with me. Fortunately it was a king size bed. Hey Dax, you snore!

So I get up at 11:00 the next morning and crawl into the bathroom to take a shower. Holy crap! There's a stalk with a big fan shaped leaf on it. Hey Dax! WTF is this?

He told me one of the girls had brought it in and put it in the bathtub. I took it out, emptied the tub of the water, and took a shower.

I almost didn't go to Blogtoberfest because I had come down with a cripple related problem on Wednesday and was on antibiotics, but I didn't want to miss the crew. So, rather than spending another night of wild drinking and possible falling I decided to head back home Saturday afternoon. As a result, I missed Kelly and Key who showed up Saturday after I left. Key brought some 'shine that I missed out on. Probably just as well. Kelly has pictures of a mousepad and t-shirts that some of the more generous people brought for us. I told Dax he could have my room.

Someone has a picture of me playing guitar with a teddy bear on my shoulder. If I find it I'll link to it or post it. I can post current pictures of myself now.

Another reason I came home early is my friend Brian had me over for dinner tonight and I worried that another night of partying might have left me in no shape to make it back to Atlanta.

Don't believe anything else anyone tells you about me at Blogtoberfest. This is the truth. Honest!

Posted by denny at October 17, 2004 09:03 PM  

Hell Yea I snore! I thought your crutches were drunk, not you. Just Damn!

Posted by: Dax Montana on October 17, 2004 11:06 PM

*L* Sounds like you all had a good time! maybe next year I'll get to join ya'll (even tho I'm a lusiana gal living in ohio!

Posted by: Michele on October 18, 2004 05:08 AM

Hello Denny, it was very nice to meet you, I had a good time and also got very drunk. Georgia and I finally picked up Mama at 10:30 pm in Gainesville and returned to Helen at 11:45. Mama was upset, that she missed you and yes, Mama got very drunk also.We were all worried that you hurt yourself, glad you didn't. Take care and see you next year, Catfish.

Posted by: Catfish on October 18, 2004 05:24 AM

You play guitar very well. You get better when you're drunk.

Posted by: Acidman on October 18, 2004 10:28 AM

Hell yes, I was upset I missed you. I saw you one time, from a distance.

Next year it will be better. We'll find a place with an elevator so we "mobility impared" folks don't have to deal with those damned stairs.

Someone suggested Macon? My vote's with Savannah.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on October 18, 2004 04:49 PM

Actually, I brought you that palm and ensured it had plenty of water for the night.

I'm disappointed it went unappreciated.

Posted by: Geoffrey on October 18, 2004 05:01 PM

It's all about quality, not quantity, Denny. You rocked harder in one day than the Dogsnotters did combined in two. That's gotta count for something! Great meeting you, my friend.

Posted by: Velociman on October 18, 2004 06:00 PM

Denny I had a blast with you and the rest of the crew I even like the damn yankees they were more fun to talk with after they stayed outside and drank a few pbrs We managed to throw Kenny out of the room but the yanks they kept a coming We had a pretty good hour of conversation but about 4:30 we felt we were toast After all I had been up since 5:oo am the previous morning. But I really wanted to say that I do appreciate there fancination with green things I remember the palm leaves on the way back to the hotel from Paul's I guess they don't see tropical type trees in Boston but then I know they do in Pensacola. LOL GA

Posted by: georgia on October 18, 2004 06:42 PM

.. it was good to finally get a chance to talk with you, Denny... and, your guitar playing is fine, indeed..

Posted by: Eric on October 19, 2004 05:38 PM
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