The Richter Scales: Men Who Blog

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Hey. How are you doing. That's nice. Have a good weekend? Cool. What did you do? Ah. That's nice. You know what I did? I HAD A BLAST AT THE RICHTER SCALES RETREAT!

Yeah. That's one of the nice things about being a Richter Scale. A couple of times a year we rent out some cabin or something far away and spend a good 30 or 40 hours with the chaos that is the Richter Scales. Sorta like an extended sleepover party, a chance to regress a bit, channel our inner adolescent, eat a lot of junk food, and walk around in our underwear. And maybe sing a bit. This retreat was a bit unique in that at no point did we ever leave the cabin. Normally we head out to a nearby town to accost the locals with unrequested harmonies. (Sometimes they're thrilled. Sometimes they're indifferent. Sometimes they throw things.) However, due to the nasty weather this past weekend, we were holed up indoors the entire time, with only a brief walk to the beach when it stopped pouring and merely drizzled. There we had a nice game of catch the coconut. (No. That's not a euphamism for anything. You just throw a coconut and catch it. What are you thinking?)

We did get some singing done, learning Matt Hempey's brand new arrangement of a funk classic, and polishing up some tunes for our upcoming CD (is that better Curtis?). We also had long, soul searching discussions about the direction of the group, how we can best achieve our goals, and who we think is the prettiest girl in homeroom. (Mary Sue Peterson totally rules!) We laughed, we cried, we left the weekend a little bit wiser, a little bit closer, and three pounds heavier.

So. Got any plans for next weekend?


Blogger CKL said...

Yes, that is better. But you misspelled "euphemism." Which, by the way, is the antonym of "dysphemism." Who knew?

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