Indeed, Rael is no longer a Hot Luck Virgin...yet...I am feeling ashamed somewhat as I Rael did *not*: <1> cook a damn think whilst there (and Brother Bill J. even brought some goods so as I could whoooop up a pineapple salsa or something...damned shameful...the man may never speak to me again, methinks...). Then again (prepare for The Excuse), i had enough of a time traveling via air that attempting to bring anything that i may have needed to cook woulda been, well, impossible. I had enough of a time trying to convince the security folks that my fountain pen was indeed a far more dangerous weapon than the 2 inch blade on my pocket knife. Sheesh... And yeah, that's a poor excuse. I simply suck :( <2> play Twister [TM!]...although i slept on the board <g>. Actually, I cannot for da life o' me figure out where you folks got the idea that Rael BRINGS the nubiles with him. Just ain't how it's done. I merely enlighten the nubiles, help them along the path to Chile Wisdom, coach them in All Things Chile, thus Twister [TM!] is played as it's part of Chile Enlightenment....hence, Twister was *not* played cuz a group of guys out in a field in the middle of Nowhere Indiana playing Twister [TM!], well, folks, even for a Mississippi boy, some things just ain't done. Granted, there were some delightful NCMs out there, yes, but all were spoken for and I did not think that any were up for a game of Twister [TM!]. I coulda been wrong. Ah well, sue me... <3> did not run nekkid amongst the chiles...or at least, no one saw me doing so :) Twas damned cold out there in that frosty patch tho...hehehe. Frost on my sleeping bag as well as my boots. Methinks next year, a tent will be in order... ...and a nubile of my own, by damn <g>. (no, Rael don't share either, so...) Anywho, the event was wonderful, yes it was. Many faces that i'll never keep in my head, good grub (and i'm sorry, but i really did enjoy *not* cooking), good goodies from many folks (thanks to all), and more fucking chiles than i've ever seen in my life. Oddly, although I thought my fingers were gonna burn Day Two of picking, they didn't...but once i took a shower (hot) and started cleaning myself up Sun night, they burned like hell. Weird. Oh, sorry 'bout the French. Now i'll get flamed cuz i discovered that the Cardinal's wee one (Gavin? spelling? S'more King...) has quite a memory of Rael's email history. I shudder at the thought. Horrible guilt. Such shame. No, I lie. I've always been the Weird Uncle type...Gavin, ignore Rael until you're 13, hear? So, regardless of the situation, the State of the Fields, or whatever, Rael puts in his vote that the Open Fields continue next year in some fashion or form. No promise that I can make it again next year, of course, but I'll damn sure try to do so. And if i do, I'll either drive and bring some gear, or plan it out mo' better... -- Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael64 Monk of the TCS Order of Enlightened Twister