Filthyweasel
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This is under peer pressure from Skippy. I personally thought it was a bit late for it, being like 3 weeks overdue, but fuck it. Funny how everything I’ve done in this community under peer pressure, it's come from her general direction. That was a compliment love...I wouldn't be at gatherings if it hadn't been for your arm twisting. 😛 I’ve never done callouts. I’ve tried, but I feel bad leaving that person out or not saying enough about this person and it turns into a fucking novel, so this’ll just be a recap and a thank you.
I almost couldn’t make it this year but I’m so glad that I did. NEST 2011 was epic. The true, old school meaning of the word. I’ve only been to 2 NESTS now, but I just get the feeling from everyone so far who went that in the 14-or-so year history of NEST, this was well and truly epic, and worth remembering. If not details, then simply the fact that NEST 2011 was perfect, and beating that in future years will be a hard thing to do. So thank you Lee, TickleChgo, Brighteyes, Libertine, Kittentoes, Fireguardian, Robace, and all the other folks who helped out in whatever small way. It all went to making it run so smooth and amazing that it was…kinda spooky.
Thursday was awesome. Yes I went on Thursday like all the cool kids. Then drove the hour or so into Lancaster and descended like hungry locusts on Shady Maple. Ever been? It’s worth it. If just for the barbeque pork and raspberry bread (people who say apple bread are liars and among the unrighteous). The meal was fantastic as always. The company was even better. And more people arrived during the feast! Win!
Friday was great. Yesterday I had to explain to people I work with why there were little fake bills in my wallet (yeah I forgot about them and they’ve sat there ever since). The casino theme was a hit and I’m so glad. I remember Rob talking about it back at Bellas and I’m happy it happened. You did good mate. Fireguardian, I know how hard you worked on those tables. I watched you make them and stress over them and I didn’t truly get to see them until they were all done and set up that night. They were gorgeous, as were you in that dress a couple nights later, which you’d made. Thank you for all your efforts luv, you’re amazing.
Saturday was the shit. Camel26’s class and Libertine and Kittentoes class were informative, entertaining, and above all, covered some pretty important shit you should know before playing. And some pretty useful shit to know before playing to make it a helluva lot more fun. That night, we descended upon Nifty Fifties like hungry rabbits, only to find it full, so we drove the staff insane by forming a 20+ person line for the takeout. The food was greasy and glorious and the milkshake was heavenly.
Sunday was...memorable. Now I was going to say there was some peer pressure involved on Sunday, but Skippy was elsewhere. I was asked to play a part in a kidnapping a few days before. Thought ‘fuck it, ok.’ Then over the course of the weekend, the details of the scenario in Libertine’s demented mind evolved into some masterful lewd puns and ending with a segment that included me wearing a pink ladies tank top in front of everyooooone. And it was fucking fun. We chilled in the main room near the bar later, as we did every night of the weekend, and every day actually. It was where most of the unplanned epicness spontaneously happened in between the planned epicness of NEST itself. Things like Persephone’s cookies…delicious…yet emptied down Skippys boobs by Kraziedog. The forced cheeseburgering of Aimee and Crystallight by Rhino was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Of course the baby-birding afterwards was something I’ll never be able to unsee. I had fun with Tropicthunder (my head misses your fingernails something fierce. You can do that as long as you like next time we meet) and Persephone, who apparently had great interest in hearing me read Shakespeare. But no sooner had I cleared my throat, a dead Bin Laden was on the TV, Avenger was running around half naked and dripping wet from the pool screaming the news around the hotel, and everyone was sitting in the bar crowded around the TV for a while. Yeah we all have an interesting story about what we were doing when the news broke.
Monday was fucking depressing! The NEST blues started before we stopped seeing each other. We got up, went downstairs for the hugandpicturefest, then after a few very teary goodbyes, a bunch of us descended upon Ruby Tuesdays like hungry sheep (yes sheep, shut up it’s a good metaphor). Soon after lunch though, I said my goodbyes and drove home.
Of course so much more happened. Individual moments of craziness and hilarity. There was no overt drama. And the time I spent with Lee gave me a vibe that the overall administration of NEST this year was more leisurely than stressful. Texas’ pizza order came on time. Everything went completely perfectly. I’m sure we’ll carry the energy of that all the way through to Bellas. However next year, we’ve got to try and top a standard of 'perfect'.
We’re fucking amazing people, I’m sure we can.
I almost couldn’t make it this year but I’m so glad that I did. NEST 2011 was epic. The true, old school meaning of the word. I’ve only been to 2 NESTS now, but I just get the feeling from everyone so far who went that in the 14-or-so year history of NEST, this was well and truly epic, and worth remembering. If not details, then simply the fact that NEST 2011 was perfect, and beating that in future years will be a hard thing to do. So thank you Lee, TickleChgo, Brighteyes, Libertine, Kittentoes, Fireguardian, Robace, and all the other folks who helped out in whatever small way. It all went to making it run so smooth and amazing that it was…kinda spooky.
Thursday was awesome. Yes I went on Thursday like all the cool kids. Then drove the hour or so into Lancaster and descended like hungry locusts on Shady Maple. Ever been? It’s worth it. If just for the barbeque pork and raspberry bread (people who say apple bread are liars and among the unrighteous). The meal was fantastic as always. The company was even better. And more people arrived during the feast! Win!
Friday was great. Yesterday I had to explain to people I work with why there were little fake bills in my wallet (yeah I forgot about them and they’ve sat there ever since). The casino theme was a hit and I’m so glad. I remember Rob talking about it back at Bellas and I’m happy it happened. You did good mate. Fireguardian, I know how hard you worked on those tables. I watched you make them and stress over them and I didn’t truly get to see them until they were all done and set up that night. They were gorgeous, as were you in that dress a couple nights later, which you’d made. Thank you for all your efforts luv, you’re amazing.
Saturday was the shit. Camel26’s class and Libertine and Kittentoes class were informative, entertaining, and above all, covered some pretty important shit you should know before playing. And some pretty useful shit to know before playing to make it a helluva lot more fun. That night, we descended upon Nifty Fifties like hungry rabbits, only to find it full, so we drove the staff insane by forming a 20+ person line for the takeout. The food was greasy and glorious and the milkshake was heavenly.
Sunday was...memorable. Now I was going to say there was some peer pressure involved on Sunday, but Skippy was elsewhere. I was asked to play a part in a kidnapping a few days before. Thought ‘fuck it, ok.’ Then over the course of the weekend, the details of the scenario in Libertine’s demented mind evolved into some masterful lewd puns and ending with a segment that included me wearing a pink ladies tank top in front of everyooooone. And it was fucking fun. We chilled in the main room near the bar later, as we did every night of the weekend, and every day actually. It was where most of the unplanned epicness spontaneously happened in between the planned epicness of NEST itself. Things like Persephone’s cookies…delicious…yet emptied down Skippys boobs by Kraziedog. The forced cheeseburgering of Aimee and Crystallight by Rhino was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Of course the baby-birding afterwards was something I’ll never be able to unsee. I had fun with Tropicthunder (my head misses your fingernails something fierce. You can do that as long as you like next time we meet) and Persephone, who apparently had great interest in hearing me read Shakespeare. But no sooner had I cleared my throat, a dead Bin Laden was on the TV, Avenger was running around half naked and dripping wet from the pool screaming the news around the hotel, and everyone was sitting in the bar crowded around the TV for a while. Yeah we all have an interesting story about what we were doing when the news broke.
Monday was fucking depressing! The NEST blues started before we stopped seeing each other. We got up, went downstairs for the hugandpicturefest, then after a few very teary goodbyes, a bunch of us descended upon Ruby Tuesdays like hungry sheep (yes sheep, shut up it’s a good metaphor). Soon after lunch though, I said my goodbyes and drove home.
Of course so much more happened. Individual moments of craziness and hilarity. There was no overt drama. And the time I spent with Lee gave me a vibe that the overall administration of NEST this year was more leisurely than stressful. Texas’ pizza order came on time. Everything went completely perfectly. I’m sure we’ll carry the energy of that all the way through to Bellas. However next year, we’ve got to try and top a standard of 'perfect'.
We’re fucking amazing people, I’m sure we can.
I really got to spend a LOT more time this year getting to know you and all the wonderful lovelies who grace us with their presence at NEST 
and I will be there, one way or another, so as to assist with topping the Gold Standard, not kered mind you. 
