Jason a.k.a. "Man-Shannon" was able to step away from the black hole of writing his dissertation to join in the excitement. We missed the adventure of Friday night, but were on the road Saturday morning to join in the festivities.
After a snowy, YES SNOWY!! drive across Stevens Pass we made it to the cabin. Dave, er excuse me, "Gorilla in the Mist" picked out an amazing cabin. It was beautiful. It was right on the river, had a hot-tub, fire-pit and quite importantly, a horse-shoe field, course, arena... I don't know what you call it, but you get the idea.
Everyone was there already, and they were all finely lubricated on Bittburger and one person had already been in the river. As you can see in this photo, people are still standing up straight and not dancing, so you can tell it is still fairly early in the day.
As we got settled in Jason thought it would be a good idea to challenge a few of the boys to River-stakes horseshoes. The deal being that if your team lost, you had to get all the way into the river, head and all. Swimming in a river can be great, but considering that the air temperature was hovering right around 40, it didn't sound ideal.
Of course, Jasons ridiculous antics caught up with him, because he and B-Rock lost and had to get in the river. Here's a few photos.
B-Rock required a bit of coaxing to make good on the bet. His smooth-talking lady Heather had to liken him to a part of the female anatomy before he would consent. Frankly I don't blame in. I wouldn't want to get in.
Jason swears that the water temperature felt better than the air temperature, but I am not so sure I believe him, he did after all make a bee-line for the hot-tub.
While the boys were busy being well, boys, the girls had lots of time to be cute, as evidenced by these photos.
After a few hours and more drinks it was time to discuss the importance of a fashionable trot of a Show Pony, and since the one and only B-Falls was the evenings "ShowPony". He had a lot of practicing to do. Here is Shanny showing him the proper technique.
After some present opening and song singing, it was time to hop on the Party-Bus (wooo hooo!!) for the ride into Leavenworth. Dave very smartly organized the short- er, party-bus to get us into Leavenworth and back so that no drink would go undrunk.
Speedy McMark, our motion-sickness-inducing bus driver, allowed us to drink and scream along with Journey songs to our hearts delight. That was the coolest Short Bus ever!!
After a delicious, yet somehow ridiculous dinner and many shots of tequila, oh and lots and lots and lots of Sangria thanks to B-Rock, at South we made our way across town to some bar (can't remember the name). Getting from one end of town to the other was never easier. It is handy to have a fire-man in the group for the apparently orgasmic "fire-man carry".
Here is said Fireman, a.k.a J-Bird, a.k.a Josh, a.k.a. Kristie's Baby Dada. He is very proud of his new sticker.
See the fun that we are having? There's Ricky, Shanny, Rachie, Jason, and Dave. We are all plotting the next adventure of Kari OKE!!!!! Say it really fast with me.... Kari OKE!!!! ( I actually typed it fast, just to get it right!)
But before the adventure at the first bar was over, we had to have a great group photo taken. Thanks to our new found, green hat friend. From left to right. B-Rock, Heather, Rachie, Man-Shannon, Panther (yours truly), Crapper, J-Bird, Rickie, ShowPonie, Tuna, Gorilla-in-the-Mist, Kaja, Em, and Alex.
Our next adventure was several hours of Kari-OKE. Em, Heather and Kristie got it all started.
Jason and I, for the first time in our 10 year relationship, partnered up for the best rendition of "Love Shack" that you have ever heard.
Before the Kari-OKE was over, we all joined efforts to serenade Shanny with "Sweet Caroline" by Neil Diamond. It was amazing. It blew my mind!
Eventually it was time to get back on the Party-Bus. Some of our troops didn't quite make it for the whole ride. The best part of this, is that these two, who didn't realize that they were about to miss a huge dance party on the bus, eventually woke-up, rallied and ended up being the last two to hit the hay at the end of the night.
I just don't think that I need to place a caption with the next photo, although you should know that this photo is in fact oriented correctly.
Once we were back at the cabin, Jason crashed on the couch, while the rest of us decided that it was time to dance. No one would dance with Dave, so he had to settle for the pole. How sad.
Here are a few classics of the dancer-extraordinaire Rickie. Check out these moves.
Shanny simply could not resist and had to get in for some of the action.
Rickie is still going strong.
That's about as far as the photos go. But there were a few amazing moments that followed including me butt-bumping Em across the room, Shanny teaching us a dance routine and Heather showing us the merits of her tribal dance.
All in all, it was a very memorable weekend. I hope you had a fantastic birthday weekend, Shanny. We love you a ton!!
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