Weekend Events (Death Defying Adventures)
In order to cushion the blow of having no Coldplay to look forward to, I went on a 3 day backpacking trip in Northern Arkansas along the Buffalo River.
All in all the trip was a huge success (i.e. no blisters/injuries, good food, dry wood, good weather, etc) but I realized something about myself on this trip...
I have way too much imagination. I mean, it was great when I was 11 and I needed to pretend that an old flashlight was a lightsaber or an old army jacket was pretty much one of those long blue jackets that old pirate captains wear with the brass buttons. But now that I'm 23...I'm not sure that I need so much imagination. The trouble is, I can't make it go away.
For instance, on this backpacking trip...I might have been Aragorn from Lord of the Rings for most of the trip. I mean, it was cold, I had cool boots, I got to wear a knife on my belt, there were mountains, and I'm too tall to be a Hobbit (plus, again, the boots...). So I spent most of my time reveling in the fact that I was basically kickin' it like the Fellowship of the Ring all weekend!
And really, there was no reason to do this. The mountains were beautiful, I was in good company, and things were interesting enough without imagination...but my brain would not comply.
I did find myself wondering whether the Fellowship of the Ring were forced to strip to swimming trunks and sandals, hike the former up as high as they would go and wade across rivers in 40 degrees of Fahrenheit warmth. My imagination had a hard time justifying that...
Anyways- is it only me? Am I the only one left (in our age group) that still catches themselves trying to say espionagy things in a British accent whenever they're wearing a tuxedo? Am I the only one that hums the Bourne Identity music whenever I am in a hurry in public places? Do any of you ever sit in a big auditorium and think "man, if I were only a Jedi or Spiderman, I could just flip off the edge of this upper deck and land right on the stage!" (I get that one a lot).
Just curious- I think this might be further evidence that I belong in 6th grade. I had my suspicions when I laughed so hard that I cried while watching "Kung-fu Panda"....both times.
Sincerely Yours,
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All in all the trip was a huge success (i.e. no blisters/injuries, good food, dry wood, good weather, etc) but I realized something about myself on this trip...
I have way too much imagination. I mean, it was great when I was 11 and I needed to pretend that an old flashlight was a lightsaber or an old army jacket was pretty much one of those long blue jackets that old pirate captains wear with the brass buttons. But now that I'm 23...I'm not sure that I need so much imagination. The trouble is, I can't make it go away.
For instance, on this backpacking trip...I might have been Aragorn from Lord of the Rings for most of the trip. I mean, it was cold, I had cool boots, I got to wear a knife on my belt, there were mountains, and I'm too tall to be a Hobbit (plus, again, the boots...). So I spent most of my time reveling in the fact that I was basically kickin' it like the Fellowship of the Ring all weekend!
And really, there was no reason to do this. The mountains were beautiful, I was in good company, and things were interesting enough without imagination...but my brain would not comply.
I did find myself wondering whether the Fellowship of the Ring were forced to strip to swimming trunks and sandals, hike the former up as high as they would go and wade across rivers in 40 degrees of Fahrenheit warmth. My imagination had a hard time justifying that...
Anyways- is it only me? Am I the only one left (in our age group) that still catches themselves trying to say espionagy things in a British accent whenever they're wearing a tuxedo? Am I the only one that hums the Bourne Identity music whenever I am in a hurry in public places? Do any of you ever sit in a big auditorium and think "man, if I were only a Jedi or Spiderman, I could just flip off the edge of this upper deck and land right on the stage!" (I get that one a lot).
Just curious- I think this might be further evidence that I belong in 6th grade. I had my suspicions when I laughed so hard that I cried while watching "Kung-fu Panda"....both times.
Sincerely Yours,
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Umm...I'm not in your age group, but I get that a lot. -
It was great--well-attended and very funny. It was pouring down rain that night, which presented some logistics problems, but it all worked well.
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Don't make your imagination go away. That is what keeps you young!
my cousin?
katie
my cousin that I have never met!
Nathan
Da Ko-Rean
Blake
______ & Ship
Sally
so long sweet...
...Drop...your...sword.
My Broad...
Reminds me of Jim Halpert
Beast of a man!
Stephanie Nance