June 2009

June 19th - Pink Flamingoing

Many of the members of Abiding Harvest were seeing pink the next moring!

June 24th - Kilt making night

For all of those attending Viking Night who couldn't buy a kilt, we got together and created our Viking costumes.

June 27th - Viking Night

An event solely geared for testosterone! The event had two requirements. You must be male, and you MUST wear a kilt. Yours truly was clad in fur, leather, a kilt, and a helmet (O yes, ruggedly handsome).
The vikings met at 8am fully dressed to raid and each chose a weapon and shield. Then set out on a short road trip to the Illinois river. Two sights are funny: 1) A group of youth dressed as vikings running around in a gas station convenience store. 2) When the caravaan gets split up and 4 youth dressed as vikings go and dance at an intersection so the vehicle looking for us can find where we turned.
We arrived at the Illinois river and mounted our canoes; and the vikings were off on their 9.5 mile canoe trip. I must say that we rented the most pathetic canoes of all time. It was as if someone welded together crushed coke cans and slapped U.S.S. on the side of it. All you had to do was sneeze and you'd roll over. Needless to say, before everyone even got in there canoes two different boats tipped. Thanks to someone intellegent, all our food was in sealed containers, no thanks to someone else all of our paintball guns were not (I didn't mention that we were planning on having a paintball war on the water during the trip . . . "planned" being the key word).

During the extremely eventful water trip (canoes flipping every couple of minutes, canoes getting wedged under and between trees, drunk people yelling at me in fur, and attacks by horseflies on steroydes) we found a certain rock/cliff/thing that was perfect for a sweet cliff jump (about 10'). The jump was a blast and then we noticed a tree growing off of the rock/cliff/thing. Yes, we also climbed and jumped from the tree (20'+). Testosterone is a beautiful thing. :)

Finally, after we were all blown out from canoeing we arrived at our destination. Our dinner was grape juice, pork beans, and a hog . . . no really, a whole hog (precooked for safety - don't tell anyone). A nice family at the canoe place loaned us their smoker and BBQ sauce. Mark and CJ cooked while we went to the campsite and set up camp and built the camp fire. At dark the hog was done and we chowed. With no utensels in sight, we bare-handed the pork and beans. Because of the Vikings that we were, it became a competition as to who ate the hog eyes and three of us split the brain. Then we passed the head around and each had to take a bite of the nose (yum). And somewhere in there a grape juice chugging contest broke out.

We gathered around the fire for some worship (led by Bobby Baker) and a message on our spiritual enemy, whom we fight as warriors with the armor of God. After an awesome devo and worship, we then settled down . . . not! We had beastly jousting competitions and Viking games!

Testosterone at its best.