Monday, August 14, 2006
BLIND NUDE VOLLEYBALL, ANYONE?
Last Saturday was the evening of an annual party that is held every year by a group of our friends. This was party number 25. It marks the formation of said group, called Daystar Holt, which was originally formed back in August, 1981 as a fan club for a then active comic book called Elfquest. (It's now still SORTA sporadically active...long story). Anyway, we all had other interests as well, and each of us had brought various hobbies and activities to the group, which we inflicted on each other. As the comic grew less important, we found we had lots of other things that we liked to do together.
I stand at least partially responsible for turning most of the group into nudists, or at least people who are happy and unashamed to doff their duds before jumping in the pool or getting a massage. There was plenty of both last weekend. Our friends Pete and Donna (who have the biggest back yard, and have graciously hosted these things for more years now than I can count) christened their new pool deck and newly-resurfaced pool with a fine party.
Pot luck as always, there was plenty of good food and then it was off to the pool for a rather vigorous (compared to other years recently) round of what has become known as "Blind, Nude Volleyball." Here are the rules.
1. Get in the pool. You can be nude if you want, but that's not the point. In fact, this year, shirts outnumbered skins about 2-1.
2. You will notice various floating items in the pool -- beach balls, 6-foot rafts, four-foot inflatable animals, water-saturated balls, discs, flying things, etc. Grab one.
3. Throw it at somebody. It should be someone on the other end of the pool, but it doesn't have to be.
4. Points are scored whenever you feel like it.
5. The more you hit somebody, the funnier it is.
6. Play ends when everybody gets tired.
7. Nobody wins, so everybody wins.
Note: The blind part comes from the fact that when most of us take our glasses off, we can't see a damn thing. It only gets worse after dark.
Anyway, after that, I got my massage table out of the car and went to work on three people, all of whom seemed to be much relaxed and appreciative afterward.
People were lamenting that we are all getting older, which tends to end the parties sooner. Or make them less peppy. I remember one particular party in 1994,where just about all of us wound up painted head to toe with poster paint. This was a heck of a lot of fun but has yet to be repeated, to any great extent. I knew we were really getting older a couple years ago when we hired a TOPLESS FIRE EATER (okay, she was a LITTLE late) for entertainment and two people nodded off.
However, we will no doubt continue doing this because we like each other's company, it's a chance to get goofy, and nowadays, lord knows we need more goofy.
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I bought a scanner last week that you can feed negatives into from the top. I'll let you know how it works when I set it up.
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My wife's dance troupe, Natium, went to Flagstaff on Saturday to dance at a fundraiser. They almost got rained out (it was in the town square) but almost like GOD wanted to see bellydancers, it stopped raining right at their appointed time so they were able to do their show. And at the same time, they got out of this godforesaken heat for a day.
You really need to see Natium. They're endlessly entertaining. You can do so at Big Daddy's, Union Hills east of the I-17, on Aug. 26. That is, if you're not at MY gig, at Fiddler's Dream, at 8 p.m. I'll remind you again later.
TT
Last Saturday was the evening of an annual party that is held every year by a group of our friends. This was party number 25. It marks the formation of said group, called Daystar Holt, which was originally formed back in August, 1981 as a fan club for a then active comic book called Elfquest. (It's now still SORTA sporadically active...long story). Anyway, we all had other interests as well, and each of us had brought various hobbies and activities to the group, which we inflicted on each other. As the comic grew less important, we found we had lots of other things that we liked to do together.
I stand at least partially responsible for turning most of the group into nudists, or at least people who are happy and unashamed to doff their duds before jumping in the pool or getting a massage. There was plenty of both last weekend. Our friends Pete and Donna (who have the biggest back yard, and have graciously hosted these things for more years now than I can count) christened their new pool deck and newly-resurfaced pool with a fine party.
Pot luck as always, there was plenty of good food and then it was off to the pool for a rather vigorous (compared to other years recently) round of what has become known as "Blind, Nude Volleyball." Here are the rules.
1. Get in the pool. You can be nude if you want, but that's not the point. In fact, this year, shirts outnumbered skins about 2-1.
2. You will notice various floating items in the pool -- beach balls, 6-foot rafts, four-foot inflatable animals, water-saturated balls, discs, flying things, etc. Grab one.
3. Throw it at somebody. It should be someone on the other end of the pool, but it doesn't have to be.
4. Points are scored whenever you feel like it.
5. The more you hit somebody, the funnier it is.
6. Play ends when everybody gets tired.
7. Nobody wins, so everybody wins.
Note: The blind part comes from the fact that when most of us take our glasses off, we can't see a damn thing. It only gets worse after dark.
Anyway, after that, I got my massage table out of the car and went to work on three people, all of whom seemed to be much relaxed and appreciative afterward.
People were lamenting that we are all getting older, which tends to end the parties sooner. Or make them less peppy. I remember one particular party in 1994,where just about all of us wound up painted head to toe with poster paint. This was a heck of a lot of fun but has yet to be repeated, to any great extent. I knew we were really getting older a couple years ago when we hired a TOPLESS FIRE EATER (okay, she was a LITTLE late) for entertainment and two people nodded off.
However, we will no doubt continue doing this because we like each other's company, it's a chance to get goofy, and nowadays, lord knows we need more goofy.
------
I bought a scanner last week that you can feed negatives into from the top. I'll let you know how it works when I set it up.
------
My wife's dance troupe, Natium, went to Flagstaff on Saturday to dance at a fundraiser. They almost got rained out (it was in the town square) but almost like GOD wanted to see bellydancers, it stopped raining right at their appointed time so they were able to do their show. And at the same time, they got out of this godforesaken heat for a day.
You really need to see Natium. They're endlessly entertaining. You can do so at Big Daddy's, Union Hills east of the I-17, on Aug. 26. That is, if you're not at MY gig, at Fiddler's Dream, at 8 p.m. I'll remind you again later.
TT
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