NightTrain
05-10-2018, 12:41 PM
Posted this in Staff this morning, and at Jim's direction will post it all for you. This happened in March of this year when he was up at my cabin named L5.
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Made it all worth it, and you can even post it publicly, good times, good times!! I'd GLADLY do it again tonight if it meant I could be back in Alaska with all you guys and back chillin at the cabin, enjoying some Alaskan king crab and FAT steaks!!
Well, I wasn't going to rat Jim out, but since he already outed himself, I might as well.
So... Joe, Jim and I were up at L5, and Sharon had decreed that she wanted new counters and shelves in the kitchen. And a new platform for the little 12v refrigerator.
I was feeling a bit lazy and just wanted to hang out - betting that Sharon would overlook my lack of ambition - but Joe started breaking out power tools and thus, got my lazy ass motivated.
We had a few nips of Fireball Whiskey but kept things reasonable. Plus, I was kind of hung over from the night before and wasn't really thirsty, if you know what I mean.
Jim, who really doesn't drink at all, decided that right now was a good time to try his hand at getting absolutely shitfaced on the Fireball. Actually, it was... I certainly don't discourage heavy drinking at L5. But Jim decided he was all in, and we had a lot of Fireball handy on the kitchen table. He rammed a couple of glasses and kept bringing us shots out on the deck, and when we declined, he drank ours too.
Joe and I were busy on the deck, cutting the lumber with the table saw. We were pretty engrossed in what we were doing, because there were some tricky angles to get right and we wanted Sharon to be pleased. No one wants to risk an arched eyebrow from SharBear and Joe is a perfectionist.
We lost track of Jim, and we finally did notice that we hadn't seen him for the last 20 minutes or so. He appeared, partially covered in snow and a bit disgruntled... but didn't respond when I gave him the customary "WTF?" query. He just grunted and changed the subject. This alerted me that something happened that he didn't wanna talk about, but being focused on our task, filed it away for later investigation.
The next morning I got up and whizzed in the spot reserved for such activity, and I noticed that instead of the usual magnificent yellow glacier there was a large depression smack dab in the middle of it, with lots of indications that a mighty & desperate struggle had taken place recently. I instantly knew whodunnit and also when exactly hedunnit. It was funny - also very gross - but you can't just let something like this slide without at least innocently inquiring about it.
So about an hour later, Jim was lured from his bed by the smell of premium coffee while rubbing his head & commenting on how he shouldn't have been hammering that Fireball.
I mentioned that someone had fallen off the back deck in a very bad spot last night, and he 'fessed up. He was disgusted, of course, and that made it all the funnier. Apparently he'd fallen into there so deeply that he almost ended up under the deck and it took him 5 minutes of flailing around to finally pull himself back up - we had about 6' or 7' of snow at the time.
He told me I'd better not rat him out to the board, which immediately got my response that it was definitely going on the board with pics to illustrate his struggles. I was just joking, but I guess I didn't clarify that... so he did the prudent thing and outed himself. That actually makes it funnier.
Anyhoo, there's the full story.
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Made it all worth it, and you can even post it publicly, good times, good times!! I'd GLADLY do it again tonight if it meant I could be back in Alaska with all you guys and back chillin at the cabin, enjoying some Alaskan king crab and FAT steaks!!
Well, I wasn't going to rat Jim out, but since he already outed himself, I might as well.
So... Joe, Jim and I were up at L5, and Sharon had decreed that she wanted new counters and shelves in the kitchen. And a new platform for the little 12v refrigerator.
I was feeling a bit lazy and just wanted to hang out - betting that Sharon would overlook my lack of ambition - but Joe started breaking out power tools and thus, got my lazy ass motivated.
We had a few nips of Fireball Whiskey but kept things reasonable. Plus, I was kind of hung over from the night before and wasn't really thirsty, if you know what I mean.
Jim, who really doesn't drink at all, decided that right now was a good time to try his hand at getting absolutely shitfaced on the Fireball. Actually, it was... I certainly don't discourage heavy drinking at L5. But Jim decided he was all in, and we had a lot of Fireball handy on the kitchen table. He rammed a couple of glasses and kept bringing us shots out on the deck, and when we declined, he drank ours too.
Joe and I were busy on the deck, cutting the lumber with the table saw. We were pretty engrossed in what we were doing, because there were some tricky angles to get right and we wanted Sharon to be pleased. No one wants to risk an arched eyebrow from SharBear and Joe is a perfectionist.
We lost track of Jim, and we finally did notice that we hadn't seen him for the last 20 minutes or so. He appeared, partially covered in snow and a bit disgruntled... but didn't respond when I gave him the customary "WTF?" query. He just grunted and changed the subject. This alerted me that something happened that he didn't wanna talk about, but being focused on our task, filed it away for later investigation.
The next morning I got up and whizzed in the spot reserved for such activity, and I noticed that instead of the usual magnificent yellow glacier there was a large depression smack dab in the middle of it, with lots of indications that a mighty & desperate struggle had taken place recently. I instantly knew whodunnit and also when exactly hedunnit. It was funny - also very gross - but you can't just let something like this slide without at least innocently inquiring about it.
So about an hour later, Jim was lured from his bed by the smell of premium coffee while rubbing his head & commenting on how he shouldn't have been hammering that Fireball.
I mentioned that someone had fallen off the back deck in a very bad spot last night, and he 'fessed up. He was disgusted, of course, and that made it all the funnier. Apparently he'd fallen into there so deeply that he almost ended up under the deck and it took him 5 minutes of flailing around to finally pull himself back up - we had about 6' or 7' of snow at the time.
He told me I'd better not rat him out to the board, which immediately got my response that it was definitely going on the board with pics to illustrate his struggles. I was just joking, but I guess I didn't clarify that... so he did the prudent thing and outed himself. That actually makes it funnier.
Anyhoo, there's the full story.