Well, another KEMF is over, but the memories had by all party-goers in attendance will no doubt last a life time... that is, if they weren't too drunk to remember anything that happened. The weather was perfect and the day was young... so I made a bong out of a watermelon. Sharon squished all the juice out of the melon innards while I carved that bastard up like a Valentine's Day pumpkin. We used all the juice (or melon blood, as I like to refer to it) as the liquid agent charged with the responsibility of cooling down the smoke, and of course there was a solid amount of duct tape holding the whole thing together... but it damn-well worked! It bubbled nicely, and even left a sweet, melony aftertaste! Delicious!

When a good amount of people showed up, we started in with some hackey sac and volleyball action.. which is always a good time. My entire body still aches two days after, but all that ache does is prove that KEMF loves me as much as I love it. Make no mistake, KEMF loves us all so much and so hard that we end up all dirty, stinky and sore... and forever wanting more.

Much beer was being consumed and the dark sky was creeping in, so we got the fire going and started burning plastic just to hear the "zippy-zip" noises it makes as the dripping plastic falls down back into the fire. That was fun. So was taking pictures of Adam, Greg, Brad and myself jumping over the fire like a bunch of idiots. Don't worry, no one caught on fire... yet...

After that, we had a ferocious marshmallow fight. I won...

When that was all over, we were getting a little restless, and it was pitch black out, so we thought it was high time for "Midnight Volleyball". A little on the dangerous side, but intriguing nonetheless. Byron thought he'd help out by shining his bright-ass flashlight at the ball as it flew through the air. Turns out Byron wasn't really helping out at all. I think he was probably "saying" that he was tracing the ball with the flashlight, but really he was just waiting to see where the ball was headed so he could blind the shit out of the unsuspecting receipiant... but don't tell him I said that. That game died out rather quickly.

Sheila and I topped off the evening by accidentally falling asleep in Adam and Trish's tent, forcing them to drive into Strathroy and find somewhere else to crash. Actually, it was their fault for not waking our punk-asses up! We ended up waking up in the middle of the night all confused as to our whereabouts. I had a look around and everyone was gone, so we just went and crashed in our own tent.

All in all, it was one of the best KEMF's I've ever attended (sorry to all those that couldn't make it out - I'm not trying to rub it in). I'm sure the next one will be just as good, if not better! I wonder if Mike will get off his lazy ass and build us that beach volleyball court he's been promising...

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