Communist River Party 2007-2008

We decided to book a cabin in the Russian River Valley for New Years Eve. The Craigslist ad said "sleeps 10" and linked to a website with tons of cute 3 bedroom cabins. When we arrived Sunday, we realized it was less a bedroomed cabin than one-room trailer. It did sleep 10: it had 5 sets of bunk beds all along one wall. The other wall had part of a kitchen (without oven), a dining room table that was more like an ironing board, a couch, and a tiny tv. We all shared the bathroom, which was echo-y and the toilet clogged at one point.

Upon arrival, we called the woman and complained that we thought it had at least 3 bedrooms. She responded indignantly "But a 3-bedroom home wouldn't sleep 10 people!" and we were like "Right. Only a one-room trailer can do that."

Luckily we had plenty of liquid happiness and Cheryl was a quote factory:

• "And she said I wasn't fulfilling my potential. Why? Because I'm dating a dirtbag who is always peeing blood?"
• "It was like a ski-lift, or a gondola, or a ferris wheel, or a people mover. But more awesome."
• "We still have two of our New Years dolmas left!"
• "This song is very European."
• "If my bladder shopped at Nordstrom, it would be in petites."
• "I fucking love the Dead....they rock me."
• "Look! The tree has its own mound! (hip gyration) I could never hula-hoop."
• "I used to think my mom was smarter than me until we got that C+ when she wrote my Evita paper in college."
• "Pee pee. That felt good."
• "Let's pretend it's summer camp and all tell ghost stories. And switch beds. (pause) (switch to pirate voice) Yo-Ho, let's switch beds!"
• "I got marshmallows on my gingerbread pants."