Half Monty: 2014

Happy New Year.

This is a story of an incredible adventure, now many days past.

Leaving

The cat in the cone. Too great.

It pains me to see Misha so upset and in pain, though the cone is, in my eyes, the mane of this ferocious house cat.

Bus #1

I am pretty confident this picture isnt of the first bus ride, but it will suffice.

I learned how much I hate long trips. While the Megabus provides an incredible service, and I would totally recommend their service, I have decided that sitting in a moving vehicle is perhaps not the most fun thing in the world. Sue me.

The house

This was taken after waking up from a great night of sleep following an incredible night. I will go over the night, but first to go over the house.

Ben's house is the definitive prairie house. The first floor contains a few small rooms.
The first is a living room (seen above) with two small beds, a couch, chairs, and a fire.
The second is a kitchen (directly to the right of this picture) with two small tables and a sink set up.
The third is a bathroom and closet.
From the first floor are some upwards steps to a room filled with beds. While freezing because of its distance from the fire, the room adequately works as a crossection between an army barracks and an orphanage.

The house is creaking history, each room and each painting shows a fascinating and lived past. The hall adjacent to the kitchen had the lineage of the family's college graduates, the Texan loyalty appeared alive and well in the numerous certificates; one must think that the 1920s and 1930s must have been an interesting time to graduate from the University of Texas.

The fire never died.

[Here is the recording that explains the story, as much as I can explain right now]

https://www.dropbox.com/sh/zm37luos39ir2y3/EBa4rwM_UU

The brilliant bracket for Camp Beer Pong.

The games were brilliant. Each game better than the better.

This is a .177 pellet rifle. Days of scheduled rifelry come back

I also successfully shot a shotgun

Impromptu skit night.

The two teams, divided along the classic expansionist Cowboys and Indians lines

Sol and T, cooking champions and human gods.

The trip to Austin

Absolutely delicious. Dipped ice cream, in freezing weather, never tasted better.

The chicken stop.

McD casually asks if we are in the mood for some fried chicken. The natural response: Of course. Yet as the car pulled up next to an ancient gas