Phoenix Phall Phunfest II

Oh, werd?
So, a year ago, (see: October 2004 post - "Unbridled Enthusiasm") Ben and I attended PPP, a roller coaster festival (phestival) in Elysburg, Pennsylvania (Fennsylvania) where the weather was crisp, the coasters were smooth, the air time was big, and the pickles came on a stick. After having concentrated good-clean-fun, we decided we should go again this year and bring some more pholks. Eight sturdy souls signed on for an evening of awesomeness.
Unphortunately, the weather did not sign on. The forecast called for a monsoon with a hint of gross. Four of the sturdy souls decided that camping in the rain was not a good plan. That's when the other phour souls booked a hotel room.
The day dawned dark and gloomy. Ben and Aerob called early (11) to confirm with me and E-Rok while Team Jersey attempted to come up with a Saturday plan that did not involve getting soaked. (Pumpkin picking? Getting drunk outside the Rutgers football game?) As all of Team Jersey's ideas were also outdoors ideas, we were easily canvassed into coming to PA. The car ride was uneventful if you discount me and Aerob sending text messages between the phront seat and the back seat. =)
If rain could be "on a stick," then it was definitely on a stick Saturday night. The canvassers pulled on rain pants and coats. The normal people remembered to bring boots... or any type of footwear that did not have holes in the soles. The rides were slick. The high fives on the lift hill were enthusiastic. (Except when Eric was in the "high five" side of the train. Aw, sorry.) The fliers were stupendous. The windy rain stinging your eye balls gave an extra element of danger to an already sketchy ride. The bonfire was warm and toasty. The pizza was SARS-y and oozy.
If you are waiting for this story to have an arc, it doesn't. And all the good montage moments are only phunny to one person at a time. So, you'll just have to assume that the weekend was hilariously funny and great and wonderful and wet. Really really wet.
I'll leave you with a joyous snapshot of Aerob and Ben ducking, arms up, mouths open in astonishment, as E-Rok landed, two feet squarely planted, in an adjacent, giant, mud puddle.
Aerob: "You *KNEW* he was going to do that!"
Why do you think I was walking behind y'all? =D