Imagine a small cabin by the lake, a dozen or so people gathered around the beach, twenty pounds of hamburger patties consumed by sunrise, and a three person canoe filled to the brim with beer.
We had house music blasting or people with guitars jamming and a bonfire about five feet tall with firewood that a guest of the party chainsawed earlier in the night. Someone passed out on the rocky beach... AND it wasn't me! This is an improvement from the night before when someone passed out in the parking lot.
Oh, and when I woke up the next morning I saw a kid who fell into the fire. I could tell because he had a giant hole in his shirt with ash on it and other than his ankle cuff his entire right pant leg was missing from the pocket down.
All in all, a successful kegger was had by all. This is an accurate tale that documents an average gathering in the Adirondack park. Welcome to my childhood!
Here's "Time to Pretend" a track from MGMT's first album. Benjamin Goldwasser is from my hometown, and I always thought that this song feels like when you miss being from Westport. Perhaps I'm getting a bit nostalgic already.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.
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