Things to know about the Cosmic Tripster Party. (AKA: We go to Cosmic Tripster IV)

The first thing to know is that there will be lines.  So many lines.  We stood in line for more than an hour to get in and then we stood in line for food and for ice cream and for drinks and for more drinks.  We also stood in line to get all the special Cosmic Tripster IV stamps and stood in line multiple times for the bathroom.  There are a lot of people.  You will stand in line.

Standing in line is entertaining.  The more I drank, the chattier I got.  Among other things, I learned all about the first Cosmic Tripster party while standing in line.  We ran across one of the McMenamin brothers while standing in line.  There is ample people watching to do when you are standing in line.

If you are a person who likes to “do” things know that these were the kind of things to do at this particular Cosmic Tripster Party:  eat food, drink various beverages.  Go on the special passport hunt of the day.  (Said passport hunt doesn’t get you any prizes.)  Stand in line for a photo booth photo on Edgefield’s stage. Drunk text your friends.  Visit the backstage at Edgefield. Play ping pong backstage.  Play some of the lawn games that were strewn about the lawn.  Listen to the free concert.   People watch.  It’s a pretty chill party.

If you want to get be there from the very first moment, plan to arrive early to stand in line.  We arrived at the start time and stood in line for an hour to get in, so plan your arrival time accordingly.

If you will drink (and I heartily recommend it) don’t forget to bring cash to tip the bartenders.  I only had one dollar and was not very successful at tipping.  Sorry bartenders.  If I attend another Cosmic Tripster Party I will be more prepared.

And now, the photos!

The line, second leg.  At this point we could hear that cheering was happening, but not see what was going on and we wondered about all the cheering.

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Part of the line went through the golf course, which made for some low-level excitement.  Would anyone be hit?  No one was while were were standing in line.IMG_5522

It turns out the cheering was for us!  The Cosmic Tripsters!  After we were checked off our list and got our wristband and sticker, we were gauntlet high-fived by McMeanamins staff.  Which I was feeling awkward about, but was kind of fun.IMG_5523

Our first order of business was food.  There were appetizers being passed as we waited in line.  I was quite happy to have a hot dog.  It was 3:00 and I was HUNGRY!IMG_5524

We sat on the Edgefield Lawn to eat.  The party was just getting started, but you can see the line for the photo booth on the Edgefield Stage had already started.IMG_5525

Standing in line to enter the raffle and for commemorative posters.  Despite Matt checking early and often, none of us won a raffle prize.  Boo!IMG_5526

Matt standing in line for ice cream.  You can see his sticker.IMG_5527

I wore my Cosmic Tripster t-shirt.  And so did everyone else.IMG_5529

Eating the ice cream. Mine came in a cup, not a cone.  I rolled with it.IMG_5530

Backstage at Edgefield.  (This may have been my favorite part, other than people watching.  And all the drinking.)IMG_5531

Burt samples the big bowl of M&Ms.  No brown ones. IMG_5532

Hanging out in one of the pre-show trailers.  Also, behind this door is a bathroom that you didn’t have to wait in line for.  IMG_5533

Though the space was fairly spartan in its furnishings, I was surprised at how much original artwork was on the walls.IMG_5534

The view from the couch.  We hung out on that couch for a while.IMG_5535

Laurie and Matt play ping pong backstage while I stand in line for a drink.IMG_5537

We did not opt for a photo booth photo, but Laurie did go stand on stage.IMG_5539

Burt getting Brian McMenamin’s autograph.IMG_5540

On the hunt for stamps!  Hops growing at Edgefield.IMG_5547

Grapes growing at Edgefield.IMG_5548

Cosmic Tripster shirts abounded.IMG_5549

The Jerry Garica statue was in full bloom and we all posed.2016-06-12

The port-a-potties were very fancy, but getting out of them was difficult if you had imbibed.  I was befuddled and had to slowly puzzle together the multiple steps.  Other drunk people just pounded on the door, yelling they were trapped.IMG_5553

Laurie has found both water and beer!IMG_5555

The two of us were very good at imbibing.  As neither one of us is known for our imbibing, we had a great time.IMG_5558

More people watching.  (Notice the cornucopia of beverages before them.)IMG_5559

The program.IMG_5560 IMG_5561 IMG_5562

Our special stamps.  (I have no memory of getting the backstage one.)IMG_5564

My sticker and a peek into my bag.  IMG_5567

The guy in the tie-dyed shirt was the man who put my bracelet on me.  Noticing he had no name tag I inquired as to its whereabouts.  He is the head of security at the Crystal Ballroom.  Thus, he has much experience checking up on the overly drunk woman you can’t see in this photo. Eventually the ambulance came and took her away.  I marveled that there are people in this world who don’t mind dealing with drunk people as their job. Thanks Ken!IMG_5569

Happy Tripsters.  Part of the fun of being drunk with this crowd is that we were on the younger side of the population.  There were no frat boys present.  It felt like a good place to be drunk.IMG_5571

When the party ended we needed something to soak up all that alcohol.  Burt and Laurie hadn’t redeemed their SE Portland page prize of free fries or tots.  So we drove to the Barley Mill Pub and ordered more food.  On the way to the bathroom I found this piece of artwork and chuckled.IMG_5573

I wasn’t sure what to expect from my Cosmic Tripster Party and I wasn’t entirely sure I would have fun.  But it was a great time.  Thanks McMenamins!

PKO Graduates!

You might recall reading about PKO here. Or my photo-filled walk to her Senior Dessert.  But today she graduates!

Small school graduations.  So very different from big school graduations.IMG_5455

Here are the members of the Class of ’16.  They each got to pick the color of their graduation gown. (Which was very hard for me; the uniformity of graduation gowns and mortarboards is the only reason to wear them.  This just looks messy.)IMG_5457

PKO listening to her teacher’s speech about her.  It was a great speech, filled with all sorts of fun PKO facts.IMG_5466

The degrees have been conferred and the tassels have been switched.  She has two tassels because she was the recipient of an achievement award.IMG_5482

After the teachers made speeches about the students and the students said their thank yous, the staff sang a song to the students.  In keeping with the theme of the teachers’ speeches, the song’s main sentiment was, “Yep, you’re done.  Time to leave now.  Door’s that way.”  This theme was initially off-putting, and then quickly became tremendously fun.  It was like a gentle student roast by teachers who knew the students very, very well.IMG_5486

PKO and the moms, TO & LKIMG_5499

PKO and more of the fam.IMG_5496

PKO with her friends.IMG_5516

Congratulations PKO!

Sure does look like a bunch of unfinished projects…

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I got a lot done this weekend–nearly finished all my to-do list–and still I see a lot of projects. The netting needs to be put up for the bush beans.  The jars need to be transferred to Leo’s garden.  The bag of dryer lint needs to be transferred to the yard debris bin.  The cardboard needs to be stripped of its tape and spread around the yard(s).  The straw needs to be spread over the cardboard. The two pots of zucchini need to be planted.  The raspberries need to be picked.  The apple tree bed needs to be turned over.  Those boards need to go elsewhere. And it probably wouldn’t hurt to sweep the porch.

Requiem: Purple Bowl

Oh purple bowl!  You came to me in an Easter care package my mother mailed me when I was living in Somerville, Massachusetts.  I don’t recall the other things in that package, but I took to you immediately. You were a big bowl, but not very heavy and you got a lot of use.  I planned to keep you with me for many more years.   But no.  You were in the oven, doing your job of proofing bread, and I forgot about you and preheated the oven to 400 degrees.  IMG_5451

No bread for me.  And worse, no more purple bowl.  I’m sorry you didn’t get a longer life.  And I’m also sorry I didn’t get to complete the last thing on my to-do list this weekend. IMG_5452

Dead Relatives Tour 2016

For some reason it’s taken me a long time to notice this carved piece of art. It’s kind of 60’s cool, in keeping with the decor.  That’s a far-out Jesus.IMG_5445

Uncle Tom is still resting in peace.  I missed taking a picture of the Great-great grandparents grave.IMG_5446

At the next cemetery, I apparently had my camera set to “poster” again.  This is Aunt Pat getting started.IMG_5448

And the finished product.IMG_5449

Then we ate Chinese food.

Requiem: Yellow Job Notebook

Once upon a time, a teacher told me to keep a notebook with all the information I would need to apply for a job.  I believe this was my ninth grade reading teacher, and her name has fallen out of my memory, though I can picture her classroom, where it was located (in a school that has now been torn down) and the fact that Ryan Fitzgerald was in that class with me.

I thought this was good advice and I wanted a job, so I found a notebook and started my list.  [And now I see that it can’t be my ninth grade reading teacher who told me, because the first entries were all put at the same time and I didn’t start working until tenth grade. So I’m not sure what happened there.  Maybe I had a different notebook as a starter notebook?]

At any rate, I’ve kept it all these years, adding to it every time I started a job search again. In tidying last year, I set it in my inbox to transition to a Word document, because job hunting has changed and no longer do I need to fill out paper applications (thank god).  I’ve finally made a word document called “Yellow Job Notebook”, but thought I would capture it one last time before I sent it on its way.  Notice the addition of my typing speed and the type of printer I once owned.IMG_5443

Here’s the first page.  Ah memories.  Wild Waters doesn’t even exist anymore.  Though someone has made a helpful Facebook page of Where Wild Waters Used to Be  and some photos.  And look at my rates of pay!IMG_5444

Earliest reserve times for Oregon State Parks

Back when I had the boring job (thankfully many, many years ago) I put together a table of when to reserve campsites (cabins/yurts/teepees/etc.) through the Oregon State Parks.  The rules in Oregon are that you can reserve nine months and two weeks before your visit.

This table of dates has been posted on a bulliten board that was tidied away and then the table moved to the inbox, where I was going to make a blog post.  And then another year passed.   But here it is!

There seem to be no tables in WordPress, and I’m too lazy to make an illustration so here’s the stripped down format:

Holiday or “Holiday” (approximate date of holiday) when to reserve

New Years (1st week in January) reserve by April 1
MLK (3rd week in January) reserve by Mid-April
President’s Day (3rd week in February) reserve by Mid-May
Halfway between MLK & Memorial Day (Mid-march to end of March) June 15-30
Memorial Day (last weekend in May) August 30
Mid-July (Mid-July) October 15
First of August (First of August) November 1
Labor Day (First Monday in September) December 1
Veterans Day (11th of November) February 11
Thanksgiving (4th Thursday in November) End of February
Christmas (25th of December) March 25

Due to calendar variations, you may have to adjust the reserve dates slightly.  But you get the picture.

Dance recital 2016

This year we performed a fetching number to “Steam Heat” from the 2006 revival of the Pajama Game.  There were hats.  We tossed them up and caught them.  It was incredibly fun.  IMG_5442

We were tasked with all wearing vests, but the closest I could find at my local Goodwill was a sweater vest.  Which I washed to get rid of the Goodwill smell and it shrunk.  Oh well!  I still wore it.

Afterward, Matt presented me with flowers. They were beautiful and I loved that the florist wrapped them in pattern paper.