Enter The C.H.U.D.Fest (2000)... page 3
(No, that is NOT the Rossman in the picture above)
I woke up at 9 the following
morning (well, by "woke up" I mean "un-passed
out") and stumbled down to the kitchen (while trying not
to step on any of the many dead bodies lying all over the place)
to see who was also up and to try and get them to cook me something
for breakfast. I learned a lesson a looooong time ago about how
important the "morning after breakfast" actually was to the weekend
drunkard. Greasy foods are the key. No matter how much you don't
feel like eating, some greasy eggs, sausage and bacon will always
fix your tummy up right. I can't explain it (just like I can't
explain why my windpipe felt like it had been crushed in when
I got up that morning), but it is 100% true. Trust me, I wouldn't
lie to you about something this important and dear to me.
After a little while more and more people started rising from
their dead slumbers. They mostly all began to accumulate in the
kitchen. Soon everybody started to feel a bit more alive after
some black coffee and greasy foods. A lot of people had trouble
remembering the previous night and even more tried to forget.
We talked about a bunch of different stuff but soon we decided
that it may in fact be time to call CHUDFest a success and kick
everybody out. We thought of a creative way of doing it though.
We'd take the tiki-torches from the previous night and light
them up. Then we'd bring them inside and hand them to a bunch
of people around the TV. We'd have the "host" come
in, extinguish one of the torches and whichever 5 people were
closest had to leave.
Well, that's the end of my story. Despite it being a Halloween party and the fact that we watched CHUD didn't make it very scary in hindsight, I agree. I'll try to do better with my Christmas themed article in December.
CHUDFest was a success. Only because of the dedication of the Greenwood crew, the donators and most especially because of Pimp Daddy Puffy Brush (seen below). God bless ya, PDPB! You saved the night.
"It wuz fly, my brothahs."