Camp site was great--the privacy and location and parking were perfect. The weather was perfect--good job in that department. Soup Nazi did a fine job with the food. I appreciated having some of the odder items (soy milk, tofu pate, dry cereal) over pancakes that are always a challenge for a hungry, overhung crowd. For next year I'd recommend bringing out all new, never been used gold rocks, with a logo or something to distinguish them.
And no conflicts on the schedule. Avoid weddings, etc. OK, we get screwed with Scandia, but aside from that.
BBQ salmon is great--can I have Barely's?
Suggestion for next year:
It was ver nice having the option of paying a reduced fee to stay over just one night.
Make buying the T-shirt an option.
Sasquatch
I guess what they say is true, imitation is the
grandest form of flattery. It's refreshing to see
the Ewegene hash copy forms of hashing that
started with OH3.
Lips
Did anyone else notice how peacefully quiet it was on Sunday morning. You
could even hear the birds chirping and the ripples of the lake with Head
Queen hung over. Rock Hard even seemed amazed by the new quiet, pathetic
Head Queen who didn't remember throwing yours truly into the lake. Of
course, which I did not deserve. A pic would have been lovely, but I'm
empty handed. There may still be drool stains on Rock Hard's shirt though.
Mossy Grotto
My favorite memory of GR2K:
When the Hash Snitch (Jello Butt) called my new boyfriend (who has never
been to a hash event) that "hippy weather man".
Also:
When Jello asked Mossy "what ELSE she did to have such a good time at Gold
Rush"...
C-fold
Haven't you already heard my thoughts?
Oh, formally, well . . .
Fond memories of Barry naked and wet next to the flames, laughing that none of us dry, clothed, folks could get that close. I liked the mass moon for goose bumps at the end. I hope they spend long hours figuring out whose butt is whose.
Loved having both camp sites. Cheers to the soup nazi. The chicken and pancakes were especially good.
The internet site was beautiful, and down loading the
form was very convenient.
Suggestion for next year: MORE GOLD!! As gold rush gets bigger, we need to spread the wealth. I liked that we waited at the beer check until the goldless
got going, etc. If we hadn't, Hugh might have found double digit gold and I might have had to hear him boast about it after he played Santa, giving it all away.
Yours truly,
Geni Talia
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There is a fog, heavy, a bright warm light in the distance. My eyes...can't
seem to open them. Why doesn't my body obey my thoughts? Hashers all around,
Stinky's voice stands out, "Hey Flaco, stand the fuck up". He moves on.
Horny is there too. Her fingers move through my hair. It feels good. Then
the stomach convulses once again and the warm acidic contents within pour
strongly up my throat and fill my mouth before spilling into the clean white
sand beside me. There are others nearby. Discussion seems to involve various
methods of transportation of my body to the tent. Someone, maybe with
medical knowledge, suggests carrying me. This is rejected outright. Finally,
I am lifted from the stained sand and my arms wrapped around two strong
shoulders. Moments later I am poured into the tent. I dream of the missed
opportunity for love making on the beach by the fire. Maybe someone else
took advantage after we were gone. I hope they were careful where they sat.
Oh yes, I remember Gold Rush. I remember it all too well. Can't wait for
next year.
Nutcutter
I actually found a gold nugget this time!
wet spots
Ordinarily I bunch, but when camping I typically fold.
Squats 2 P
Dear Hugh,
As one of only two canucks present for your Gala event I thoroughly enjoyed
myself and hopefully will try to bring more canucks next year. My low point of
the weekend was loosing a game of washers (with Sofa King as my partner) to
Buffwheat and Dr. Didalittle. Sort of a Canada vs the USA match. We showed alot
of heart but in the end lost of the last toss. I enjoyed the singing, looking
for gold nuggets, and meeting the girls (who had to clue me into why they are
called the girls, so I was a tad embarrassed). As it turns out, I also enjoyed
jamming my finger playing beach football only to return home and get it x-ray'd
and find out it was really broken. And there was no flag on the play either! It
was clearly pass interference on Head Queens part. I recall a lost Stink Finger
on Saturday night trying to find his tent and mumbling something a 'bimbo' he
was lying on the beach with gazing at the stars. I also recall nudity, lots of
it.
Thats about it.
Thanks Again,
On On
Lizard.
P.S. Fold.
P.S.S. Got on at exit 69 at the Sea-Tac Airport on the way home.
P.S.S.S. Should have some photo's to follow.
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