And the adventures continue, just like I promised.
This past weekend I made my way to Poultry Days with the crew.
Poultry Days is this huge chicken festival in Versailles, Ohio. It's apparently
the only thing that these people look forward to all year because the place was SHUT DOWN
in order to let the party continue. I have to give it to them though, they served 5500
chicken dinners before they ran out for the day at 730PM. Aside from all of the
bones I had to dig through, the chicken was pretty darn tasty. Poultry Days
also hosts a massive ultimate tournament. People bring their tents and camp around
the fields all weekend in hopes of catching someone lay out for a game winning score.
There were hundreds of tents scattered around the fields and lake. It was
surely a sight to see, I'm so happy I went. The night started out with drinking, and then
a storm, which allowed for more drinking. If you can't tell, Poultry Days is all about drinking.
Once the storm let up we set up our tents. Brian and I had a 1 person tent for both of us
to sleep in, it was a tight squeeze. After the tents were set up we threw around
for a while and decided we better wander around and find people we knew, which wasn't
hard to do, with all of us being ultimate players, we had seen each other on numerous occasions.
We had to go grab some ice from the drive through liquor store (yes, you read that correctly),
and on our way home we saw this barn with a gagillion neon lights hanging on the walls and
the ceiling. We made sure to park the car and walk straight over there to see what was going
on. It looked like a hillbilly on acid decorated the place! We walked up and asked the older
man what was going on here and we didn't get the most welcoming information.
He rudely informed us that 'this was private property and we needed to get the hell off'.
Once my friends said a few choice words under their breath, we walked away looking
for somewhere else to have some fun. The night turned into us searching for some people
that one of my friends thought was at a bar but had no
conformation that they were actually there.
An hour and forty minutes later of walking (AKA wandering around lost and finally finding the bar) we realized our friends we were searching for were no where to be found.
We headed back to the fields just as the shelter house parties were in full swing.
We were all kind of tired to we retired to our tents for the night after stopping by a
few of the parties to say our 'good lucks' to the teams playing tomorrow.
At around 2AM a massive storm took over Versailles. It was awesome to be curled up in a
tent with the wind and rain swirling around outside and the booming thunder rocking the
Earth. We didn't get wet either, always a bonus. The storm lasted all night and didn't
allow me to get a wink of sleep. The next morning the games started at 9AM and the
crew was ready to watch some ultimate, although, I was itching to play!
We watched a few hungover teams play until the afternoon
when we had to head to Valpo, Indiana for our friends 21st birthday get together.
We arrived at MK's house and chowed down on some home-made sloppy joes.
Afterwards we unloaded the cooler with our drinks of choice and hopped in the hot
tub to start the night off right. We eventually made it to the bar where a wedding reception
was going on? Be confused, we were. You know that feeling where you walk into a place and everyone knows you're not supposed to be there? They all look at you with a glassy stare and don't ever crack a smile on their face, that's what happened when we walked in. But not for long, not to brag, but my friends and I bring a little more life to any party we come across.
We all had a smashing good time dancing around like
fools and jumping around the stage while the people at Karaoke night were singing 'I like big butts'. No, we didn't know a soul there but it didn't matter. I talked to the bride
and she introduced me to her cousin Nick, he was singing Walk the Line.
I was dying to sing her and her lover a song but the wait for karaoke was never ending and
the smoke in the air was really getting to my eyes, and lungs. The group left
slightly more intoxicated than when we came and much more tired.
It was one heck of a night and I'll never forget that little po-dunk bar.
Oh, and congratulations to the newlyweds, whoever you are.
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