Labor Day Weekend Bash

Its Labor Day weekend and we, the quiet, the noble, the cool, the bad, the dangerous and the devilish all make the pilgrimage to an area off of Route 52 between Ellenville and Thompsons Ridge to participate in the Annual Labor Day Blow Out. It is the last party of the summer before we all get into preparing for winters short days, cold nights and endless stacks of wood.

N.F. Pluto and our growing group of ‘other world-ers’ are back again with food, booze, fun and friends sharing our days and nights eating, drinking and talking about our lives around a campfire in back of the barn. This year I didn’t bring any moonshine because there is plenty left from last year. Apparently some ‘aliens’ used some to get back to Saturn…and their rings are still glowing.

Talking dogs, levitating horses, deranged deer and other wildlife from freaky frogs to kamikaze hawks are all making their way to the landing zone. If you haven’t figured out that we are in the UFO capital of the Eastern United States, I won’t mention it. But when we get together we realize just how wonderful our lives are in this great nation despite personal tragedies, death, despair, depression and drunkenness.

Yeah, it’s a tough time in America and the nation is coming out of its credit coma and going into shock as the bills come due with no money to pay them. But before we head back to work (those of us who still have jobs) and off to opportunity (also known as day labor) we will put on one last good bout of drunkenness, debauchery, gluttony and outrageous lewd behavior. Then we will return to the misery that is our lives.

So while we are here and extraterrestrials are coming from all over the galaxy as well as Canada and California we are determined to have a good time.

While the world ponders such things as UFO’s and ‘unexplained phenomenon’ we will just accept it for what it is, what it has always been, part of life and afterlife on the planet Earth. Don’t worry about the end of time…worry if your still hear when it happens and you don’t have a good buzz going.

I caught up to Ms. Elly and NF at the Ranch and met a new member of the Labor Day Weekenders, Morphy Vee. Morphy is biologically a vegetable, but quite alive and happens to be both male and female, that is Morphy has both male and female reproductive organs and is a sexual extrovert. Morphy was showing off all morph wonders with great excitement and anticipation. Morphy wanted a good time now!

Morphy was discouraged from ‘freaking’ but was satisfied with a photo shoot in the kitchen before heading for bed (Morphy set up a tent behind the barn). Friday before Labor Day is often crazy due to last minute items that have to be secured before sundown. Don’t let the Venitians near the booze without large amounts of ice (don’t ask why). After NF and I finally returned from town, we started setting up for the bash.

Ms Elly and Darlene had completed most all the cooking when NF’s friends from ‘down state’ showed up. After hooking up the keg’s, eating much schnitzel and downing a few pitchers of Heineken, the work began (really, the work began and was completed before sundown). After the ‘dark spirits contest’ (Jack Daniels versus Jim Beam, Johnny Walker et all) those who could crawl or stagger without falling joined us at the bonfire.

As Friday nights full moon in splendid display graced our night of loud talk and mirth, many fell off and said they would join us Saturday morning.

Mr. Frenchy’s sons Buttikis and Jayrod got lost on their way back to their camp and ended up in Morphy’s tent. I did not see them come out. I am going to the ranch and staying in the Den for the weekend with the guns, the girls and the booze. I will keep you updated!

God Bless America!

RJ