CIC Memories
Nathan invites Tom, Reile, Freddy, Kamil and myself to a party his friends throw out in Wisconsin called Cinco de Mustache. The five of us, minus Kamil who meets us up there later, rent a RAV4 and drive up to Wisconsin. The wind blew through the hair on our upper lips that we grew out for weeks in preparation for the event as we rode north. Along the way we somehow get the idea to give each other new nicknames using signs we see along the highway. This is how the RAV5 was born. Along with the names, we came up with convincing back stories for credibility and planned to stay in character the whole weekend. But all of this was for nothing as rest of us could not keep a straight face while Nathan stayed stone faced as he introduced the RAV5 to his friend in the pink feather boa. His friend's reaction?
"Hey, Nathan is here with a bunch of guys whose names he just made up!"
We were going to hack and party all day, camp out then head back to Chicago the next morning. I borrowed a tent from my parents that could easily sleep the RAV5 +1 . I had the sense to do a practice run the morning before we left to make sure I could figure out how to set the damn thing up. The practice payed off as the tent was set up without too much trouble. Kamil, who showed up after he got off work, brought his own tent and insisted that he sleep in it. He was still struggling to pitch his tent when two sisters came over and asked if he needed help. They had apparently camped out quite a bit as they had set up in no time. The sisters kept offering their assistance to Kamil who repeated declined. This continued for about 10 minutes as Freddy and I watched in amusement.
By the way, Freddy came sans facial hair and when asked by everyone where his mustache was, he quickly snapped back that it was in his back pack. I laughed every time I heard it and thought that was the whole gag. But now he had on this ridiculously large fake adhesive mustache that made it look like his upper lip was censored.
Anygay, Kamil stubbornly fights to finish his shelter and the girls look like they have finally taken a hint. They look like they are about to back off when one of them gave a final offer. "Ok, well if you want... you can sleep in our tent with us... but if you try anything we'll kill you!" This is followed by her own high pitched psychotic laughter.
Freddy and I immediately turn to each other with the same look
Although we feared for our friend we feared for ourselves even more. We turned and got the fuck out of there. Kamil suddenly found it in him to finish pitching his tent. Later that night the lead singer of the band hired to play tried to steal his sausage. Good times.