asthran | ARF Wednesday night bonfire

Every Wednesday night is the bonfire. Open fires are not allowed at at ARF without *lots* of approval, so it tends to draw quite a crowd. There is technically no drumming allowed in the campground either, so it's an every-other-kind-of-instrument jam as well. It's hosted by the campground director, also known at MRF as Zazoul, the Misfortune Teller.

Last night was a pretty slow night. There were several other parties going on - A Chocolate Makers end of year party (I heard the most awesome bluegrass jam there, oh my god!!!), some sort of Jello wrestling that occured at someones house in Mesa, another offsite birthday party, and probably more that I hadn't heard of. In addition, because this final weekend was only added mid-run, a lot of people had previous plans, so a good quarter of the campground has left, including one of the finest musicians at the bonfire.

Anyway, I was really proud last night when, at about 11 pm, Kat made a comment that resulted in someone crowing that with her comment, everyone who couldn't handle the conversation had left (ie, anyone who was easily offended or disgusted).

It was such a pleasure to hear the person behind Twig Thistlebottom, the most sweet, innocent, childlike character, say one of the most crass, debase, perverted things possible.

I don't quite remember how the conversation had gotten there, but the topic of masturbating in the privies came up (I think there grafitti in one of them forbidding it?). There were several exchanges about how the privies are *not* good places for masturbating, generally phrased ironically/sarcastically, and with an emphasis on the odor. Then Kat had the last word....

"Well, if you don't have someone who'll shit on your chest, it's the next best thing."