<<sorry for the lapse in journaling, we had a mishap with our laptop which set me back a couple moons…….here we go again>>    

This weekend will be a test of our van Van Morrisson more than anyone else.  Today we stuffed the trailer fuller than ever, then crammed seven bodies in and headed for McCall.  Upon arriving we backed into Common Ground’s new stage for our first time and met up with some stranded Sandpointers that were to continue northward with us.  Fall made itself felt and chilled the sizeable crowd that came out for the final show of the summer series.  Brian’s killer burritos warmed our bellies while their new “McCall Lowlife” (play of Miller Highlife) coozies warmed our hands.  The boys dubuted their new Willie Nelson cover to the mountain folk with Will on an eager washboard.  Afterward we inundated Dustin and Danika’s house, partied with Argentinians, freestyled with locals, and Coshell and I dominated the beerpong table like our frenulums depended on it.  The night concluded with someone stomping a hole through Hawk’s accordian case and passing out immediately over the nearest chair.

Quote of the Day:  “STOP Farting!”

                                –Frederico to, well, um, me, in a thick Argentine accent

by Jesse Shell

Tags: Argentinians, bad Freestyling, Beerpong Virtuosos, Common Ground

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