Heh. Ralph Gizzip sent me this. Hey! It only happened once at Camp Blownstar and it was right after looking at a pretty girl (the girlfriend of the Owners' eldest son). I didn't use the line I normally do when that happens near a pretty girl, "I sure fell for you!" As it is, she did clean the wound and put a bandage on it. She also gave me some Tylenol and an icebag. Like I was feeling anything at the time. How did she think I fell out of the chair?
This is the post where I link to everyone who was there.
First up is SuperGurl who really outdid herself this time. I didn't think she could top last year, but I was wrong, wrong wrong!
Next up are the Criplets. I am so proud of them. They started blogging after last year's Camp Blownstar and they have kept it up. Kerrcarto took care of the beer (even got me some wine). CharlieDelta took care of drinking it. Kerrcarto also cooked a mean brisket. Paul is a fine example of how to party. He slept on the plane to San Antonio and didn't sleep again until 48 hours later. You can't get a hangover if you don't stop drinking.
Holder (a fellow Georgian) flew out a day early to help plan menus. She cooked, cleaned, and took care of us reprobates.
Hammer brought some killer ribs. He also cooked two killer breakfasts. He also made some killer drinks. And furnished some killer booze. With all of this killer shit, it's amazing anyone survived, including Mr. Owner.
H20 introduced me to the term coonass and even brought one of her fellow coonasses, Boudreau. I'm not kidding! This is the third time I've met her and the first time I've heard her use that term.
Leslie bought her some boots and learned how to do the Texas Two Step. She bought a cowboy hat at a previous meet. Now all she needs is a big ol' belt buckle.
Now for the newbies.
Allen had to take Jimbo's place as one of the Elderly Brothers, altho' he is nowhere near as elderly as Jimbo and I.
Leonidas another Georgia blogger kept me from being the oldest person there. His wife has a Swedish blog.
We had five nonbloggers attend. It doesn't matter. If you've attended a Blown-Eyed Blodgement, you become a Blown-Eyed Blodger.
Ric and Georgia were there at the start of the Blown-Eyed Blodgers at our very first meetup in Dahlonaga Georgia way back when. They are founding members. They were on their way back from Mexico and were able to make it.
Sweet Tina, from Oklahoma City was a first timer. I met her last month in Atlanta when she was visiting a friend there.
The very lovely Jackie D. is now an official Blown-Eye.
And of course, the aforementioned coonass, Boudreau, who almost had a really good picture taken of him.
Alas, this may be the last Camp Blownstar. If so, we went out in style.
Posted by denny at July 20, 2009 05:14 PMNo shit we went out in style! I did not get out of bed for 24 hours.
Posted by: kerrcarto on July 20, 2009 10:11 PMWhere can I get me one of those shirts!!!!!
Posted by: ty guy on July 20, 2009 10:24 PMOh yea, thanks for the compliment on the brisket. I didn't get to eat any that night.
Posted by: kerrcarto on July 20, 2009 10:37 PMto borrow a phrase, kerrcarto, "dumbass"
that brisket was increible. i think i had three helpings. and no one ate any potato salad or anything else, just brisket and sauce. mmmm.
and boudreaux has an x in it. not sure about how to spell tibideaux since he hasn't friended me on facebook yet.
thanks for the recap. i do not think i can top it. sure was a great group of folks.
Posted by: SuperGurl on July 20, 2009 10:47 PMThere was potato salad?
Kerrcarto you dumbass, why didn't you have any of your own brisket? You must have been in the man cave knocking down brews with CD and Paul
Posted by: Denny on July 20, 2009 11:08 PMDenny and everyone else,
I don't know when I've had a better time. Glad I got to know everyone.
Amy, it is more than likely spelled "Thibodaux".
Denny, I might not be Elderly but when I got home I sure felt that way.
Allen in Fort Worth
Posted by: The Whited Sepulchre on July 21, 2009 07:50 AMSorry I had to miss it this year. Sounds like a good time was had by all. Pass the Tylenol bottle.
Can't believe you've never heard the term coonass before. Amy.....Thibodeaux (Tib-Bah-Dough). I work with lots of them at the refinery in Lake Chas.
Coonass
Allen, how did you like the Dukes of Hazzard moment? Holy! Shit!
Posted by: kerrcarto on July 21, 2009 05:21 PMI probably qualify as camp blownstar's attending "old fart". Sorry, but my capabilities do not include what is musically required of "the elderly brothers". We had a great time but Berit's blog has ten times the traffic of my own humble effort albeit in Swedish. I am flattered that she occasionally steals my posts and translates them into her first language.
ΛΕΟΝΙΔΑΣ
ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ
Ok, here's the Dukes Of Hazard moment that Kerrcarto referenced above. We were driving across the ranch going back to camp from the lake in Kerrcarto's SUV. 3 Criplets and me, going about 40 MPH. There was a gate coming up, but why slow down until the last possible minute?
All of a sudden the front tires went into a huge washout, one worthy of a freakin' bridge.
The front end hit bottom and bounced up. The back tires hit the canyon right when the front tires were at their peak. We were airborne.
When we landed, everything that was in the very back of the SUV wound up on the dashboard. I almost went OUT THE WINDOW. Drinks were spilled. CD's were ruined. Charlie Delta was awakened from his stupor.
After we landed, we estimated that we caught 3 feet of air. By the time we got back to camp, it was 4 feet. When we meet up again next year, we'll claim that we jumped the gate.
Sorry for the blog post in the comment field, but it was a great, great time.
Posted by: The Whited Sepulchre on July 22, 2009 12:58 AMThe Whited Sepulchre-
That was some crazy shit! I forgot that's where the cuts, scrapes, bruises and bumps came from.
Told you ya should've let me drive kerrcarto. I would've at least ran us into a tree, a gully or wildlife or something on two wheels while giving Boss Hog the bird!
By the time we got back to camp, it was 4 feet.
Dude, we were airborne for a good seven seconds. At least that's what I remember of it...
I can't believe no one put their head through the fucking windshield! Sorry for the dent in the cab of your truck kerrcarto. If it's any consulation, the knot on the top of my head still matches your dent. BWAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!
Posted by: CharlieDelta on July 23, 2009 11:05 PMI'm still pissed I missed the Denny/Allen guitar session.
Note to self;
No shots, no shots and no shots. Stick with beer...
Why is it the last blown-eyed?
Posted by: kelly on July 24, 2009 05:11 PMkelly - two reasons:
1. I don't think SuperGurl will be able to top this venue.
2. After four years of putting these things together, I think she wants to take a break. She has put a lot of effort into the last two meets.
OMG, i've been jumping from blog to blog, combing thru everyone's posts on the Blogmeet - it must have been FANTASTIC! I am so envious! Wish I could have attended, even as a non-blogger! Thanks for all the great stories and pictures.
Posted by: Mary on July 24, 2009 10:45 PM