Anything but Lazy

This past weekend was a whirlwind. It was Lazy Bear up at Guerneville (Russian River) and I was lucky enough to stay with a great group of guys right in town. Let me back up by saying that I haven't been to Lazy Bear in 3 years. 2005 was the last time I was there. I had gone for 4 consecutive years and although I always had fun, it started to become a bit routine - so I thought putting some time between me and the lazies would reinvigorate the experience. And it did.

I was only at Lazy Bear for a whopping 42 hours but they were fun filled and action packed. Immediately after my arrival at 8pm, me and my housemates, Fred, Donovan, and the 3 Scotts (Barney, Stauffer, and Shouse) all got ready for the big Bearacuda underwear party. I had a cute pear of GAP boxers all ready to wear. As we were getting ready, Donovan and Scott Barney decided to start dancing out on the deck and getting us all in the mood for the big dance.













We were the first people to arrive at the dance so we stood by the entrance and welcomed the troops as they entered. It was fun. I ran into a guy I met on the Mexican Riveria cruise and he was sweet enough to give me a free BearTag. That saved me $110! So nice of him. We danced and sweat the night away. My entire posse of friends was there so it made for a really fun evening. I cut out around 2am on the hunt for a late night snack. I trekked over to Safeway and bought a big container of fried chicken, a 7-layer mexican dip and a bag of tortilla chips. I couldn't wait for the walk all the way back to the cabin, so in true bear fashion I scarfed down 3 pieces of chicken while walking, irreverently tossing chicken bones into the bushes. Grrrr.

6 hours of Saturday were spent by the pool with Andy, Diego, Gabe, Boom, and a host of others at the West Sonoma Inn. What a great day. $2 ice cold beers all day and a ton of nice people. Nuf said.
































After a little disco nap, we all headed over to Yamagata's to listen to Dickie spin. What an amazing set. He really got us all dancing! It was great. But then he set ended and a horrible DJ took over, killed the mood, and drove us all out of the bar. Andy, Diego, and I headed over to Matt Duke and Gabe's place for an impromptu house party. There was 7 of us enjoying the hot tub [al fresco ;-)] and then a tribe of campers decided to join our party so we quickly killed the hot-tub party and hiked ourselves out to get dressed and entertain them. A few more friends trickled in and we had ourselves a nice little house party that lasted into the wee hours of the morn.

Sunday was a short day for Davey. I had only a few hours to hang out at the "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" party held at an abandoned estate. The grounds were amazing, filled with giant pool toys, a faux waterfall, 3 bars, and 700 of my closest friends. Fred and Donovan had brought a canopy (bless you) which soon became hang-out central for our extended posse. I ran into some people that I had just met in Provincetown and we were able to exchange numbers with promises of getting together back in SF.























So - the name is a misnomer. This weekend was anything but lazy - but I wouldn't have had it ANY other way. I'm so glad I stayed with Fred/Donovan and the Scotts. It was great to spend some quality time with them - as it doesn't happen nearly enough. I'm reinvigorated about Lazy Bear and anxious to go next year but this time for a bit longer than 42 hours. But I'll take 42 fun hours over many more mediocre ones.