Fire . . . Hee Hee Fire!

I never really realized how far away Florida is from NC until this weekend. Somehow the time passed quickly for the DSB caravan. Maybe it was the fact that none of us got much sleep Thursday night, or maybe it was the jokes, the Interstate Megaphone Usage(At the gas station: "Attention burners, get back in the cars, we're leaving"), Bubba John Fuckin' with everyone we met along the way, the truckers, everyone at the Burger King(Are we in Arizona yet? No we're in Georgia. How'd we get to Georgia? We were going to Arizona! It's on the way. No it isn't, its the other way!) and general fun with the clean-living DSBs(Ahem!) Then we got there, and everyone from Florida was so wonderful. The Burns were spectacular, aside from the faceplanting burners that is. Apparently, running around a fire can be hazardous to your health. In fact both Friday and Saturday night, we had burners paying more attention to the _BIG FUCKING FIRE_ than where their feet were going. But only minor injuries resulted. (We had warned them: "Warning: We are required to treat you as though you would sue us over accidents or injuries resulting from your own stupidity!") The Ohio Burn Unit came down from Cleveland and brought the Burner TV, an interactive fire installation that allows the viewer to change the pattern of the fire. As usual, I can't even go into everything that happened, but once again, if you were there, you saw it. If you weren't, you missed out big time. And even letting Chwdog near a megaphone served the greater goals of the community for a change. But letting him near bacon didn't. (Don't throw the bacon!) Anyhoo . . . we'll do it again sometime soon. --The FNP