My favorite event of the year (besides Santacon) is going to the Pumpkin Patch. Every year it's great, but this year was the best. This story comes with visual aids. Ready?
ALL 240 photos can be seen here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/spitfirehussy/sets/72157608011101306/
We all met at the Doug Fir at around 2 PM on Sunday. Myself, Raf, Erin, Beretta, Ben, Kasey, Nate and JK. The original plan was to go to the pumpkin patch on Sauvie Island, where everybody goes every year. Boooooooooooooooring. Instead it was decided that we would go to the 'patch at the Roloff farm out in Hillsboro. (From here on out, tactfully referred to as "the midget farm".)
So we all piled in the minivan that Erin had the good sense to rent for Raf's birthday BUT! before doing so, he had to open his present in the trunk. To the delight of us all, the package contained two giant sombreros and one fifth of good whiskey. Raf and Ben took the hats and all of us took care of the bottle. It was a super fun ride out to the farm, but we were a little smashed (8 people, 1 car) so as soon as we hit the traffic getting into the place, we decided to climb out.
JK and Raf picked some apples as we drove by.
While we all climbed onto the moving vehicle, poor Erin was left at the wheel trying to maneuver up the traffic-jammed dirt hill with zero visibility.
UNTIL! Nate and JK saved the day.
Then, they actually let us through the gates! (Wtf?)
We went to the petting zoo and made friends with some little animals.
Then Beretta and I finished off the last of the whiskey.
Nate initiated the Pumpkinhenge Project.
Which ended well.
(Obviously.)
Then we played catch.
Then some videographers from TLC were there filming for the show "Little People, Big World" which we of course needed to be a part of, so we all had to sign releases. It was kind of a big deal.
We went through the haunted house.
By "went through" I mean "ruined".
Then we verbally bullied and harassed JK until he did this.
Then... WE GOT KICKED OUT!!! (surprise!)
... didn't even get a pumpkin, but fuck it. Still a good trip to the midget farm!
We stopped at the next closest bar, where we took over the back yard and scared off three tables of people. Nate scavenged all their food and we downed 5 pitchers of beer.
Nate tipped over the picnic table. We left out the back. Scene.
Then we got back into the van and headed back to Portlandia.
Then we made it back to the Doug Fir. JK immediately started some kind of riot and ended up covered in orange butter cream frosting from the cookies I made Raf for his birthday.
Then we went to Galaxy:
Then we went to Union Jacks where Ben had an amazing pilates contest with a stripper, the Portland City Grill where we got hooked up with absurd amounts of delicious food, and finally the Tube. In between which we liberated a parking sign from the ground, wrestled outside the bar, and had a stick fight on the corner of 3rd and Burnside which almost broke my thumb.
I took the bus home at 10 PM. Still... drunk.
Wreck another Sunday.
Wreck another Monday.
Happy birthday, Raf.
ALL 240 photos can be seen here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/spitfirehussy/sets/72157608011101306/
We all met at the Doug Fir at around 2 PM on Sunday. Myself, Raf, Erin, Beretta, Ben, Kasey, Nate and JK. The original plan was to go to the pumpkin patch on Sauvie Island, where everybody goes every year. Boooooooooooooooring. Instead it was decided that we would go to the 'patch at the Roloff farm out in Hillsboro. (From here on out, tactfully referred to as "the midget farm".)
So we all piled in the minivan that Erin had the good sense to rent for Raf's birthday BUT! before doing so, he had to open his present in the trunk. To the delight of us all, the package contained two giant sombreros and one fifth of good whiskey. Raf and Ben took the hats and all of us took care of the bottle. It was a super fun ride out to the farm, but we were a little smashed (8 people, 1 car) so as soon as we hit the traffic getting into the place, we decided to climb out.
JK and Raf picked some apples as we drove by.
While we all climbed onto the moving vehicle, poor Erin was left at the wheel trying to maneuver up the traffic-jammed dirt hill with zero visibility.
UNTIL! Nate and JK saved the day.
Then, they actually let us through the gates! (Wtf?)
We went to the petting zoo and made friends with some little animals.
Then Beretta and I finished off the last of the whiskey.
Nate initiated the Pumpkinhenge Project.
Which ended well.
(Obviously.)
Then we played catch.
Then some videographers from TLC were there filming for the show "Little People, Big World" which we of course needed to be a part of, so we all had to sign releases. It was kind of a big deal.
We went through the haunted house.
By "went through" I mean "ruined".
Then we verbally bullied and harassed JK until he did this.
Then... WE GOT KICKED OUT!!! (surprise!)
... didn't even get a pumpkin, but fuck it. Still a good trip to the midget farm!
We stopped at the next closest bar, where we took over the back yard and scared off three tables of people. Nate scavenged all their food and we downed 5 pitchers of beer.
Nate tipped over the picnic table. We left out the back. Scene.
Then we got back into the van and headed back to Portlandia.
Then we made it back to the Doug Fir. JK immediately started some kind of riot and ended up covered in orange butter cream frosting from the cookies I made Raf for his birthday.
Then we went to Galaxy:
Then we went to Union Jacks where Ben had an amazing pilates contest with a stripper, the Portland City Grill where we got hooked up with absurd amounts of delicious food, and finally the Tube. In between which we liberated a parking sign from the ground, wrestled outside the bar, and had a stick fight on the corner of 3rd and Burnside which almost broke my thumb.
I took the bus home at 10 PM. Still... drunk.
Wreck another Sunday.
Wreck another Monday.
Happy birthday, Raf.
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