There’s nights at home when you make big plans, big plans that involve rounding up your friends, making sure that no one has to work the next day, getting some drinks, and then hoping that things get wild and everyone has a blast. Then there are the nights where you get “accidentally hammered”. No real intention of having a big one, but everything falls into place and the stars align. Well, we did the second one on one of our nights. We knew we were going to take the next day off and do some hiking, so once we settled in next to the fire, everyone had that “hey man, chuck me a beer” look. The laughs started rolling out, a couple more winks to the guy next to the stash of beer for a cold one, and then everyone decided to go for big air and out came the Jameson. Well, this story isn’t about how rad we are because we drink beer, it’s about the amazing metamorphosis of a rare animal called Ba-gilley. It’s like clock work, he’s happy fun guy, laughing, carrying on, and then like a caterpillar he slowly crawls inside of his drunk cocoon and doesn’t move for hours, but instead of a beautiful butterfly he comes as close as a human can to becoming a granite sculpture. Head in hands, motionless sometimes until morning where you will find that his version of the thinker has slowly morphed into a statue of Wayne Regretsky.
For the record, we left one Tecate for the celebration after we conquer the dreaded Lava Falls.
Stage 1: Laughter
Stage 2 and 3: Cocoon