Second-to-last weekend in the catskills. So much for that end-of-summer blowout party - our lack of organizational skills left is being the 7 of us again. Me + Josh + Tully drove up on Saturday morning; the rest of the kids journeyed up Friday night. By the time we showed up Saturday afternoon, they were already on Destruction Round 2
This was was also Goldie's second-to-last weekend before being hauled off to le junkhard (quick background: Goldie is the '75 Dodge Dart that Krucoff bought for transportation this summer. It died after one-trip up north).
We were at the house no more than 20 minutes before the beatdown on Goldie began. Here, Randy jumping around like a monkey, Tully kicking like a banshee.
ps: You really need to see the video to appreciate how ridiculous this is. I need to figure out a way to get those online.
If you were paying attention, perhaps you noticed that Goldie appears to have been slammed into a tree in the previous photo. Here, Andy all strapped in.
The tree took it pretty well. (read: it didn't fall over and crush the house as I expected)
Goldie, with barely a scratch on her...
... until we held a contest to see who could make the biggest dent in the trunk using The Club(tm) as a sledgehammer.
Randy scored big points for breaking all the way through. Josh earned style points for his tomahawk approach.
Autographing the damage. I'm over there on the right. Lackluster.
Grellan took the bat and his prep-school styles to the tailights.
And Randy grilled up some burgers.
And then we went back to shooting shit.
Cans at first, but that gets old. Glass bottles are fun, but we learned our lesson about that a few weeks ago. Shaken up cans of PBR are pretty fun - especially when they go all crazy after you hit them. Sometimes they'll roll back at you - attack cat style - and you have to shoot them again in self defense
We eventually moved to common household items: tomatoes, cheese slices, hotdog buns, sneakers. Here, Grellan from 20 yards away, taking aim at a lone egg.
But that got boring too, so we dressed the eggs up with little hats.
And shot them too. Josh scored first, taking out the guy on the right.
I hit the other two with one shot.
Yeah, um. Sorry about that.
Seriously, it won't happen again.
Later (but not much later) the cards came out.
As did Josh's fancy camera.
I actually came in second with this hand, all set to move up in the heirarchy.
But that was before Andy threw a beer on Randy's crotch.
Which may have been because Randy couldn't even start the stoopid fire.
Note: Just for the record, starting a fire is hard without kindling and/or Duraflame products.
Soon after, Dannielle fell off Randy's skateboard and hit her head on the wall.
So we went on a trip to get snacks to make her feel better. Not quite sure what's in the foreground here.
Dannielle bought all the right ingredients to make pasta. Too bad she dumped all the salt into the boiling water, rendering the pasta inedible. Good thing I bought some Combos.
ps: Note the shooting gallery scoresheet on the fridge.
The next morning. Grellan reloading.
Josh took aim at the windshield.
He really does have excellent marksmanship.
Oh, he also broke Randy's bat.
Andy conquors Goldie.
Which was very well documented.
Some revolted against all the photoblogging and threw rocks through the windows.
While I took pictures of foliage.
Bored with destruction, we went on a hike to Kaaterskill Falls...
... in search of the largest waterfall in New York state.
Check out the guy sitting near the bottom of the waterfall to get a feel for the size of this thing. We hiked all the way to the top.
Natural occuring grafitti
Then there's the ride home. Traffic + Danners' stoopid indie rock CDs + me not really paying attention to what was going on = we almost slammed into this car at around 60 mph.
Seriously, Dannielle rolled into a little ball moments before impact - I've never seen anything quiet like it. My skillful manuvering (and Big Red's superstar breaks) kept us alive. Krucoff better learn to wear his seatbelt.
