The Dump

It’s taken me a few days to digest the motherfuckin’ miracle that was MWIX. There are so many moments, so many things that come to mind...and so many things that simply fell off the dock because of Old Overholt. I’ll start right off in no particular order with fuckin’ Jerry. Goddamn mother fucker brought a big ass truck, double vish-love, a bucket of wiffle balls and the mack-daddy of PA systems. I’ll go next to our culinary situation. We are a far cry from burgers and the meat dam to organic fed beef, BBQ pork chops and marinated fajitas- and the amazing samplings of assorted sausages, bacons and other meats. Paul K., Joe, David and everyone’s self-proclaimed bitch, Eric were fucking epic in this department...and I’m gloriously fatter because of it.

Onto the weather. It was everything we expected. Rain. Wind. Sun. We got it all. And in fact I think the rain helped in Friday, providing us motivation to not only fix the roof, but to chop wood as well. (I have a big fucking shout out to Kurt, Doyle and CC, who were climbing the roof like goddamn mountain goats with hammers and graduate degrees in historic preservation. And while we are on the topic of the work portion of MW, the glorious AXE. That is the SHIT. Cuts like butta. Nothin’ can stop me. Thank you all. It touched me deeply, but since I can’t cry, I smack the wife around a little because of how happy that made me. A big thank you for all the work with cutting new stumps and wood for fires. Great stuff everyone.

Whiskey fight was perfect for the rain. And, as we all suspected, whiskey won. But now, the gentleman from Carversville now knows the difference between rye, bourbon and Tennessee whiskey.

And the beards. The mass of facial hair was a sight to behold. Kurt may have technically won, but I still think PANT looked like some kind of batman villian. We had a record set, Jeff driving all the way from Cleveland. That shit blew my mother-fuckin’ mind almost as much as magnets.

We even had guest appearances. Shit, this was like the Jimmy Fallon show, with badass musical guests rocker P.Langdude, John Bonham protégé Steve Evans and rap duo JoeyPANT and TDub. At one point we had 16 dudes, and 5 dogs hanging out, drinking beer and communing with the spirit of MW.

There were some tenuous moments, where we thought we lost the dogs, Pete O’s odd behavior. Joe (neighbor down the road) weird visit..but the good clearly trumped the bad.

Guy with his badass cake. Pete with the beer (again!) and rockin’ like nobody else can rock. Groovy rave drumsticks. Pie Irons. Water that was colder than I ever imagined (my junk still hasn’t returned to normal!). B-ware, simply making the effort. Huge for sure. (We are all pointing good thoughts your way my man). Competitive cornhole (who knew?). And this was all covered complete with video and pictures by the talented E. Steve Evans. Fucked up t-shirts! (long live the little cup).

I will stop here. I realize this was a dump, not unlike the meat shit I took after MW, but it was the only way I could get it out. Peace my brothers. It may have been the best time eva.