San Antonio 21 and My 45

Good party this weekend at the dog pound. I prefer these low-key bring-yer-own-everything events to the "we'll pamper yer arse" ones. Highlights:

• 1st campout in a long time w/o loosers that everyone avoids.
• The hash sucked.
• Wicked calling me out for B-Day down-down. How the hell does one drink with that PVC pipe on your arm?
• Float trip down the Guadalupe was mostly uneventfull (relative to years with high-water), although many kept running into felled trees due to zero level-of-awarness. What were those all those turd-looking things in the water?
• Dinner was bring-yer-own dead animal carcass BBQ (burp).
• Jammed with with TiteBoxx by the bonfire. FUKnave thought he could out-redneck me - poser!
• Padre burned his flipper attempting to jump said bonfire.
• Annoying illegals blasting their Tejano/rave at us until wee hours of the morning. FknAnnoyin' correctly suggested a few homemade pyro devices tossed in the river would have corrected issue but I came ill-prepared. Need to add a couple items to my camping list.

Big thanx to SA hash!