Man Weekend is pleased to welcome John McCall and welcome back Adam who brought his Range Rover as promised. Next year we want the Ferrari.
The boat gods are angry. The Red Rocket’s engine is seized up. The men of the Edgewood cottage may have to sacrifice the RR in order to save the HAM which is acting a little quirky. We’re thinking of a Viking Funeral.
The Ty-tanic and the HAM went out in the late afternoon but the fishing wasn’t very good. So far the leading contender for the Frank Martin Tackle Box Award is Glen’s half-pound perch.
Ty deigned to show up this year. Ty’s Man Weekend attendance has been a recent issue and corrective measures were required. Allen convened a gathering of the Senior Men who after practically no deliberation at all decided that Ty was not worthy of a full attendance star so Richard was directed to cut one in half. Ty will bear this reminder of his fecklessness for the rest of his life.
On the drive up Patrick stopped off in Watertown and picked up several pounds of handmade hot sausage that he cooked up for Friday’s dinner. And lamb. And clams. Wow. Just wow.
After dinner Richard entertained the Men with a firework.
Richard arrived first at 2:00pm Thursday expecting that the Grow Cottage had been in full Man Weekend mode for days. Instead however over the year Ned contacted some kind of debilitating disease (he dismissed it as a “job”) and arrived Thursday afternoon. Tom showed up second and the Edgewood and Tobey cottage contingents a few hours later.
Edgewood is host to a new Man this year who claims his name is Paul McCartney. So far there’s no sign of musical ability. We’ll see if he sticks to the story after he sobers up.
Patrick brought his big thirsty truck and, to add insult to injury, towed a trailer loaded with Edgewood crap. He figures he was getting about 12MPG. On the trailer is the Red Rocket’s boatlift, which hopefully means the RR will see more water time this year.
Not satisfied with lavish Friday and Saturday dinners, Allen and Patrick brought several dozen clams for a lavish Thursday dinner. Of such great thinking are traditions formed, hopefully.
Richard commissioned four pounds of hot and spicy beef jerky for the Weekend as a gesture of protest against those tiny ounce portions in drug-like plastic baggies that last for mere minutes. The estimated Thursday consumption is one half pound.
Charles designed the Man Weekend X commemorative tee-shirt logo. Founding Men get special gold tee-shirts in honor of their awesome Founderness. The johnny-come-latelies get silver shirts.
So far the weather isn’t cooperating. It’s windy and rainy, not even good weather for prepping boats, much less putting them to use. We may have to sit around inside and drink beer all day long. What a tragedy
Although the archives only date back to 1999 due to organizational issues and privacy concerns, this year marks the 10 Year Anniversary of Manweekend. As this is a very special celebration, all present and former Manweekend participants are encouraged to attend.
Announcement
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!1
Know now by these presents2 that all Men are hereby
summoned to Highgate Springs to attend Man Weekend 2005 on the
weekend of June 11-12. Be ye noble3 or mobile4,
quality5 or common6, Man Weekend is a time when
Men of all stations gather together in joyous celebration of those
interests7 that all Men share regardless of class or
distinction.
The date for Man Weekend is chosen in a solemn ceremony when the
Senior Men9 retreat to a remote Indian lodge, strip off
their clothes, and spend the next several hours practicing smoking and
drinking rituals. Then, when everyone’s about to pass out, one of the
Men unveils his Oracle of the Gods10 and calls the Vermont
Fish and Game Department to find out when Free Fishing Day is.
Treasurer’s Report
I am pleased to announce that the financial situation of Man Weekend’s
corporate arm, ManWeeCo, is better than ever! Income from the
sale of Man Weekend 2004 movie rights and product licensing, and the
fees received for the stress testing of high-temperature mortar totaled
$172,500.00. Under the direction of Gilbert and Scott over the winter
our assets nearly doubled to $331,250.00 and after the last of Man
Weekend 2004′s beer bills were paid our account contained $9.35 which
is 200% increase from the $3.12 of a year ago! Gilbert and Scott are
looking into creating a subsidiary, ManWeeCayman, to shield our
hard-earned profits from confiscatory taxes. We are soliciting
volunteers willing to take a investigatory business trip.
Attendance Policy
The Pinhead11 would like to reiterate the attendance star
policy. If you bring your official Man Weekend Hat to Man Weekend it
will be updated to reflect the total number of years you’ve attended
Man Weekend. Or, to put it another way, if you forget your hat one
year, you’ll get two stars the next year. Attendance is defined to be
setting foot on Camp Randolph property sometime between Thursday and
Sunday of Man Weekend inclusive and, since no records are kept, we
rely on your honor12 to keep count of your years.
During Man Weekend 2005 the returning Founders will be sporting a
silver five-year star and two copper one-year stars.
Footnotes
- This is for you illiterates who are having this read to you.
- No, not gifts, you greedy bastard.
- Your name appears on a Camp Randolph stock certificate.
- Beggars and wannabes.
- A Man Weekend Founder.
- Johnny-come-lately’s.
- Beer, fishing, and classic movies.8
- I swear, I think more time was spent last year watching classic
movies than out on the lake.Â
- Those of Noble Quality.
- Cell phone.
- Richard would really rather be known as The Mad Hatter but
realizes the total futility of that.Â
- Ha ha ha ha ha!