TR: boulder party
taimi metzler
as promised, here is the trip(?)(yeah, maybe that does work) report from the
Boulder party...
And In the Beginning, There Were Chocolate Covered Strawberries...
Mattie and Brutus arrived early to help set things up. I (taimi)
arrived shortly thereafter with the first of what would be Many six-packs
of beer. Clyde would have been proud of us: Bass Beer, Deschutes Brewery,
Boulder Brewery, Pacifico, New Belgium, Sam Adams--it was good beer. Being
the first few people, it was up to us to set the decor. Brutus found the
saran wrap and oil; Mattie brought out the lotion; Tony found some handcuffs
and leg-irons; and i went out to the car to fetch the suzie dolls indoors.
Luckily, the suzie-lube had been fed-ex'd or it never would have made it
in time.
Everyone else arrived between 7 and 7:05pm, for a total of about 12 people.
On Sundresses
As suzie was the least dressed of us all, it was decided that she should have
a place of honor. The handcuffs came in handy, chaining her to the light,
where she gently twirled while the rest of us sipped our first beer,
alternating with bread with salmon spread or chocolate covered fruit in a
very civilized fashion. The second beers were consumed in a slightly less
dignified fashion--although still with food--and by the third beer, suzie was
hauled down to watch slides with us.
Slides of Magnificence
Brutus' slide show surpassed even suzie as the star of the evening. Good
pictures, good stories, beautiful shots of Inez, and wild shots of Eric
Coomer. One climb, in particular, caught our attention as Inez
and Brutus were Wearing The Same Pants! Bright, flowered things--first one
person in one slide would be wearing them, then in the next slide, the
other one was. Brutus SAID they got up the climb in good time, but if they
had to change pants at every belay...Tony did question why 3 days were
needed to do the climb.
The show ended with a collage of pictures set to a poem. Wish i could
get a copy of that poem. When the last words were uttered, the last
slide off the wall, silence reigned for nearly a minute--THAT's how good
the poem was. And the pictures were. Good Job, Brutus of Wyde.
Lesser Slides
Anything following this would be anticlimactic. Tony showed his slides
and his dyslexia (all slides were in backwards) and Jens showed a number
from this winter and spring. It was a pity Wayne Tryzna wasn't around to
comment, as many of the slides were OF him leading the Fang in Vail and
other ice pitches.
And In The End
It should not be assumed that no further beer was drunk during the slide
shows, or that said beer had no effect on the party's participants. When
the lights came up, suzie looked (i am told) particularly enticing and
the leg-irons came out to help pursuade unwilling participants. Brutus
and Tony ended locked together and dragged Mattie out of the room with
them. She stormed back in after a few minutes, pulling her sweater over
the handcuffs, muttering, pulled suzie away from Geoff Snyder and threw
her in the general direction of lords Wyde and Bubb. Amanda's beau
called from the pool room for more of the suzie-lube--and would we
be so kind as to throw in the raspberry flavored one this time. Jens
decided that there were cultural differences that could not be surmounted
in one evening, but luckily the leg-irons were free again, so i chained
him to the couch.
However, the events from here until dawn are somewhat hazy and, er,
perhaps best known to the participants alone. i understand this party
was somewhat more rowdy than the one in Fort Collins. no shit.
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A sense of humor is just common sense dancing.
-- Clive James --
metz...@stripe.colorado.edu
Steelmnkey
>Brutus SAID they got up the climb in good time, but if they
>had to change pants at every belay...Tony did question why 3 days were
>needed to do the climb.
I understand that the climb this question was directed at was Half Dome?
To put things in perspective, it's a whole lot easier to understand three
days
on Half Dome than three days and a haulbag on Epinephrine. :-)
Don't bother to flame...I'm only half serious.
"Vy can't ve chust climb?" - John Salathe
Bbindner
Interesting trip report. no comment on the veracity
of said story. :-)
The poem was a few stanzas from Robert Service's
"Spell of the Yukon"
My favorite one--
I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollow
That's plumb-full of hush to the brim
and I've seen the big, husky sun wallow
in crimson and gold, and grow dim
'till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,
and the stars tumbled out, neck-and-crop,
and I thought that I surely was dreaming,
with the peace of the world piled on top.
Brutus of Wyde
Oakland, California [cruising on AOL tonight]
Brutus of Wyde
Oakland, California