Afterglow 2007 - Day 1 Saturday

It was my brother James, not college keg parties that got me hooked on cheap beer. Sure, I was first introduced to old Milwaukee, Milwaukee's best, and Natural Ice at age 18 in the basement of Oshkosh duplexes, but I didn't necessarily like the cheap beer, I just drank it to get drunk. When I got older and could afford to drink real beer, I still go back to a nice can of Schlitz, Blatz, or Hamm's to relive the glory days, just like my big brother does. I owe my love of "value" beer to him.

In these two pictures, two strange and very unusual things are happening. In my 26 years of life, I never thought that I would see either of these things with my own eyes. Let's start with Brian. I felt like a bug staring into a bug zapper - I knew that it was bad for me but I just couldn't look away. Those white thighs were so bright they burned my retinas. I had to go inside and do something else, so James helped me loosen up my baseball glove. He rubbed shaving cream all over it, tied it up with a rope, and baked it in the oven for 10 minutes. It sure was an interesting process, but it I'll be gal-darned, it actually worked! My glove was broken in like a charm!

Brian has been working really hard to look this good. This kind of thing doesn't just happen naturally. Ok, so maybe I lied a little bit. Some of it happens naturally (he got his dashing good looks from his Kurutz family genes) but the hair is all him. The process of growing and styling that crazy mop has taken him countless months of agony to achieve this perfect look. How dare you chastise him for his diligence. Shame on you.

I bet you were wondering where jenny and Timmy were during all of this. they were in northern Minnesota for the 10,000 lakes music festival. their absence meant that we had two less mouths to feed, so we decided to cook some real good food. we grilled some juicy steaks and some flamed broiled vegetables wrapped in tin foil. it was so delightfully mmm mmm good.

After dinner we sat outside and talked and goofed around. aunt sandy came on by and we relaxed and enjoyed our comfortable and picturesque surroundings. as far as all of us were concerned, there was nowhere on the planet that we would rather be at this moment. afterglow really is the greatest place on earth.

I needed to take this picture so that I could talk about the final hours of day 1, but I realized when I woke up in the morning that I didn't have a final picture. When I woke up early in the morning, I shut all of the curtains and closed all of the doors to simulate night inside the cabin. Janelle woke up while I was staging this picture, and watched in disbelief as I went through so much effort (including setting the self timer and constructing a makeshift tripod) to take this fake picture. So, what happened the night of day 1? Obviously not that much, which makes the fact that I took a picture to reserve space to relay information meaningless. I probably got drunk and passed out, which is the excuse I always give when I can't remember what happened. I'll ask around, but I doubt anyone else knows what went on the night of day 1. until then, I'm going to stick with my "I got drunk and passed out" story. It hasn't failed me yet.

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