Some people, mainly dumb ones, claim that “it takes a village to raise a child.” Wrong! It takes a Summerfest crowd at the Chief Educator’s house. And it’s a good thing too that they were there, since it’s not like the child in question’s parents were really watching him. That weird rash he picked up should clear any day now I’m thinking.
Overall verdict on the party: awesome, as usual. Fun for kids of all ages. Thanks Chief Educator and *[his roommate].
Below is a photographic account of Kjel.org at Summerfest. But first, we’ll start with part of an ongoing series I call “A boy and his hoose.”
We showed up at the Chief Educator’s pretty early to uh, you know, help. Stinkboy helped by tapping the keg.
Here is Jr. choosing a weapon for his upcoming pong match. Notice how he throws aside the other racquets and heads right for the good one.
Lt. Dan getting more than he bargained for from the Jr. VP.
A boy I will call “Studley D” showed up at the party, looking for some ladies. Small ladies. If I may say so myself, damn but he looked smooth. He makes me question my whole belief in genetics. I’m sure people say the same thing about the CEO and Jr. though. A lot of people.
The crowd looks on as the Chief Educator and some wild eyed communist radical (that assessment based on the shirt, and, well, the wild eyes) take their medicine after being hooped.
It turns out that the radical had a bingo set. One of the prizes was shots of Jaeger, laid out on a festive little wood panel. Blackout!
Things degenerated quickly after that and no more pictures were allowed.
However, the next day was Summerfest 2006, 2 — the sequel. This time it was personal. The CEO and Studley D’s Pa came over to help finish the keg. Things got ugly. Mainly for the Chief Educator. The Educator normally deals the beer pong punishment; it’s not every day he is the one taking the abuse. Both me an Mr. D took a piece of the Chief Educator’s liver home as a trophy. It’s on my mantle right now.
Sorry about the Chief, * [Chief’s roommate]. I hope you made sure he slept on his stomach.
*Title redacted for reasons of national security.
