Hi all. I didn’t really give much of a story because I was half asleep all of yesterday. I’d never pulled an allnighter until Groundhog’s Day, and now that I’ve basically done nothing but sleep, here we are.
MY PICTORAL GROUNDHOG’S DAY
So we leave here at 12:30. Head to Punxy (which they use up there, and is real effective when you can’t spell it). We arrive at around 2:15. Here we are there:
Me, Adam, Eric, Jeremy
The parking lot was here – Groundhog’s Plaza
Suffice to say these folks are obsessed with this rodent. So we unpack my little grill and start to get it kicking. The follow conversation ensued not less that 30 seconds after we arrive:
“hey, are you some sort of nerd or something?” The voice was behind me.
“What are you, some sort of jerk?”
“No, sir. Not at all”
“What are you cooking there? What are you, some sort of jerk?”
“I’m cooking brats, sir.”
“Where are you from – Michigan?”
“No, sir. I’m from Pennsylvania (as a sidenote, I wasn’t about to say Ohio… they hate us enough over here as it is)”
He then offered to help me light my grill with a “super lighter”, but he couldn’t find it.
Anyway, as if that weren’t enough, there was another drunken conversation that I take from Eric’s journal:
“…One tall man was holding a Miller Lite in each hand and talking jibberish. He was complaining because Anderson would not let this man’s girlfriend squat and pee on the side of the van. Apparently the lines were too long in County Market (not true). This man kept calling Jeremy “long-hair”. Needless to say, this guy was wasted…”
We also indulged ourselves in souviniers:
Then began the mile and and a half trek up to Gobbler’s Knob. In the cold. Up a steep hill. In single digit temperatures. On a hilly field. Then we got there… here’s the scene:
For the next 3 hours we listened to drunk karaoke (if there were such think as second-hand drinking, I would have alcohol poisoning), had an MC that really had no clue what he was doing, and viewed the people. I got a picture with these fine ladies – the spring and winter faries.
Then at 6:30 we had fireworks which were awesome. The sky was beginning to lighten up as well, so that made it that much more exciting. Then at 7:31, the man who were were looking for, SEER OF SEERS, PROGNOSTICATOR OF PROGNOSTICATORS, ALL WHO WERE DISCIPLES… PHIL CAME OUT!!!!
He predicted 6 more weeks of winter as he saw his shadow, but I saw no stinkin’ shadow. I didn’t even see my own shadow.
Then we left and ate a little at Eat’n’Park in Clarion. It was good food, and woke me up.
Moral of the story? Everyone should go – it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. Which a good thing that it is – more than that and I dare say I’d get myself committed.