Sandbanks '04

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Went to Sandbanks on the week­end. The weath­er was good, but danced from one extreme to the oth­er along the course of the day. It was Trolley, Tomacini, Kate, Adam, and Eric on one site, Aaron, Karen, Nick, Alison, and me on anoth­er about 20 paces away. It was quite a dif­fer­ent crew from the one I’m used to, but def­i­nite­ly the one I was most com­fort­able around. These are the peo­ple who nev­er ask for mon­ey, who talk to you like you’re fam­i­ly, whom you can depend on to find some orange juice if you’re hav­ing a bad trip. We only got in trou­ble one night, but we were admit­ted­ly loud. Our attempts to thwart such prob­lems by intro­duc­ing our­selves to neigh­bour­ing camp­sites proved fruit­less, as we were informed that the noise we were pro­duc­ing was being heard in a larg­er radius than expect­ed. I took up posi­tion as the token Asian guy (keepin it cool) and Adam resumed his usu­al role as the token homo­sex­u­al (keepin it fresh). The week­end went by quick­ly.

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Aside from steak, the best part of camp­ing is the camp­fire. When the decid­u­ous trees flick­er orange and the stars nor­mal­ly hid­den by the city light show them­selves against the navy blue sky. There’s some­thing about the heat and the atmos­phere that puts the mind at ease. Nobody cares if one speaks too much or too lit­tle, puts on some head­phones and lis­tens to music, intox­i­cates, or pulls out a book and reads. It’s where every­one can do their own thing, togeth­er.

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Sandbanks has an amaz­ing beach with large sand dunes, which makes it one of the most pop­u­lar camp­grounds, as well as one of the hard­est to reserve a site on (Trolley and I had this week­end booked since January). The sand is extreme­ly soft and smooth, and the beach end­ed up being the only refuge for a loud group, espe­cial­ly at night. It’s also where Adam was paid to mar­ket Gatorade to the homo­sex­u­al pop­u­la­tion (and the fun­ny thing is, Adam did his absolute best not to look gay in the pho­to­graph, but suc­ceeds only in the doing the exact oppo­site.) The cap­tion for the mag­a­zines would be, “ALL I DID WAS DRINK THIS GATORADE AND HOT GUYS STARTED LICKING STUFF OFF MY LEGS!”.

Aaron made his con­tri­bu­tion to the Ministry of Silly Walks.

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At one point, Aaron and I had to steal some fire­wood from the oth­er site. We decide to give them some flow­ers in return as a joke. Aaron just hap­pened to pass by a bunch of daisies, and plucked them from the stem as we were leav­ing our area. Unfortunately, the entire plant became unroot­ed with almost no effort, from the flow­ers to the roots. After a quick twig-splint used to fix a man­gled stem, we plant­ed the daisies in the mid­dle of the oth­er camp­site. They stood out con­sid­er­ably, since they were over four feet in height, with noth­ing else around but grav­el and dirt. In return, Adam plant­ed a lit­tle vod­ka gar­den out­side our tents.


  1. [one eye­brow raised] With such a descrip­tive nar­ra­tion of the week­end cli­max to my 12-day vaca­tion, what else to add but to say how much fun I had. Not only did Ally Cat teach me how to burp a “Wet Four”, she also laughed ~with~ not ~at~ me when telling the sto­ry of nam­ing my fecal mat­ter, Tony. With such accept­ing peo­ple, is it any won­der why I was named “The Gay Magician” by Trolley-Squared after pulling a roll of toi­let paper out of my a$$ for Kate, and turn­ing a can of Coke into water at Eric’s com­mand?

    [pon­ders inside his head] Passing the bound­aries of the beach on Saturday night, who else oth­er than Mark and Eric could keep up with a Lion after the doors to his cage opened, sud­den­ly set­ting him free? [stares at ceil­ing and smiles at the mem­o­ry] God…I just felt like get­ting Naked…[pauses] wait a minute,…did I already say that…? [changes sub­ject quick­ly]

    Though I can’t say I stayed on Nick’s tightrope longer than 3 sec­onds for fear of falling and bad­ly hurt­ing myself, it was fun. I’ll prac­tice these next few weeks on mul­ti-woven den­tal floss between bal­conies at my apart­ment, and be sure to kick his ass the next time ’round. [tips hat, winks at Nick]

    An hon­or­able bow to the orga­niz­er, a slam­min high­five to all there, and a hope that I will par­ty it up with this crazy group at least once more before the sum­mer ends.

    Cheers to you Jeff,…Love Your Site…and cheers to all for such a great time.

    [hands ges­ture as he does in pho­tos and dis­ap­pears into the dark­ness]

  2. (The wind howls off the lake, Adam stares at the stars.)
    Adam: (to Mark) Does the sky look, like, wavy to you?

    Mark: (Pauses, turns to Adam) …fuck no!

  3. Oh lord, the pic­ture of the star­ry sky is astound­ing. I can’t believe you were able to cap­ture it on your cam­era. That and the straw­ber­ries. It makes me sort of wish my roo­mates and I were going to Maine for this upcom­ing week…but then I remem­ber they all guard them­selves too close­ly to make the trip a worth­while expe­ri­ence. :P

  4. The star­ry sky had to be tak­en with long expo­sure mode, so the shut­ter was actu­al­ly open for 15 sec­onds to take in all the colours. The straw­ber­ries were unlike any­thing I’ve ever tast­ed; no pack­ag­ing, no trans­porta­tion, just straight from the straw­ber­ry farm to the straw­ber­ry stand, where the farm­ers pick the best ones to sell (and leave the rest for avid straw­ber­ry pick­ers). Fresh, very sweet, and juicy. Unfortunately, just one taste has prob­a­bly killed store-bought straw­ber­ries for me.

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