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(posted to r.m.h. on June 14, 1999)
The heat and humidity made the chrome shimmer, bikes riding in and out of the campground almost looking like an illusion as the moisture dissipated their reflected light. Kinda like Clint Eastwood's entrance/exit in the movie "High Plains Drifter". Saturday afternoon at MITM 6. I was snapping pictures left and right, always a second late for the best shot, hoping I'd be able to post them and have people attach their names to the right image. I met so many people after the first hour on Friday, there was no way I could attach names to faces and bodies any more. The constant flow of beer and that MacGregor Scotch and the Gentleman Jim and the tequila, didn't make it any easier. During the deliberations for the tattoo contest, I was taking pictures of the various groups: the Bitches, the Assholes(tm) and then... The Slugs were lining up for their photo. The ground beneath me became slippery goo. I tried to focus on them in my viewfinder, but I was having difficulty gripping the camera. I was covered in slippery muck, which at first I thought was sweat and grime oozing out of my pores from the humidity and heat. Maybe left over BBQ sauce that the "clean wipes" didn't get. As I was about to snap my first picture, my finger slipped off the shutter button. WTF? A voice called out from the crowd. I think it was DP, but my memory is fuzzy. He said, "Hey Steph! You're on the wrong side of the picture!" I looked up, nearly slipped on the collected slime trails and said, "What?!" "You're BS number 30, now get over here!" he yelled. For some reason the events that followed are hazy, sort of like a scene from one of those drug movies they showed in high school in the early 70s. Or maybe the Scots scene in Casino Royale. I know I handed my camera to someone to take the picture I intended to take myself. I can't remember who though. When I got the camera back, the whole roll of film was used up. Wonder what I'll find when I get the film back from the developer. Now I am a Slug. I guess that means no more salt with my tequila or marguaritas. Sure is fun watching the cats slide on the slime trails though.
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