Buckwild

I'm sure I've mentioned that I grew up in the state of Washington but moved to Tennessee just in time to go to high school. Which, as you can imagine, is a culture shock and a half. I definitely had fun and made great friends but there's no denying some of the stereotypes about rural and/or southern areas in the U.S. are not far from reality. I used to use the movie Varsity Blues (aka the movie where the worst fake southern accent ever is uttered by James Van Der Beek. "Aye don't wont...yo laaf!") as a reference point for people when describing my high school but I'm now totally using --

THIS SHOW:

http://www.usatoday.com/story/life/tv/2013/01/01/mtv-buckwild-west-virginia/1796181/

That's Buckwild. And while it is set in West Virginia, it could easily be set in Tennessee. But funny enough, I also frequent West VA (was there last night, in fact) and it reminded me of one of my favorite past posts about one 4th of July we celebrated up there. (Especially since the Goldfish Poodle just told us about how he nearly set his mother's house on fire over Christmas....) So I'm reposting part of it (again)- 

Wild. Wonderful.

(originally posted July 2011)

This past weekend, me and three friends went to our friend Rod’s house in West Virginia (which is Wild and Wonderful, according to their license plates.) Rod lives in WV but works in DC as a lobbyist and is extremely active in the Democratic party (see! Republicans and Democrats CAN make friends!) A few times a year, some of us DCers will go up and stay with him to get out of city life for bit. He has a giant house we call The Estate where several of us can stay in whatever remaining rooms aren’t being rented by random people. He also has a cabin with a pond and some land:

Where he likes to build the biggest fires known to man.

Rod is the other Goldfish Poodle I’ve mentioned a few times and weekends at his place pretty much always include some sort of incident. There've been many random events with his gigantic family, tubing excursions with 50 people down the Shenandoah river, taxidermied fish falling into bathtubs with people, beauty pageants, Robot Festivals, and many things involving Fire and Christmas Trees.

Rod also has a great voice, and sings at various local events. A couple times, I’ve sang back-up for him, which is what I did again this past Saturday. At the Annual Jefferson County Fireworks Show.

As you can imagine, a county show brings in a diverse crowd...And most of the people are just nice families enjoying a good funnel cake. But you do get to learn fun local customs like when Security explained why we couldn't bring in two little dogs. Because the rules for the show are, "No Dogs....No Firearms."

Ah, makes sense since I'm never with a dog WITHOUT a firearm.

And occasionally you get REALLY lucky – and see a woman walk in wearing a white button-down shirt:

And no pants.

And that sort of thing will make it totally worth being without your dog and firearm, let me tell ya.

Fast forward to later that night, back at the Estate, where Rod informs us he has two leftover Christmas Trees that are good and crispy in his yard.

And we gunna burn 'em.

(Rod doesn't actually talk like that, but it's funnier if we pretend he does.) He wants to burn them at the cabin, which is a good half mile from The Estate. So how do we get the trees over there? By ripping up ANOTHER T-SHIRT and tying something on a car like we did HERE. So now, Rod’s pulling two giant trees behind his Chrysler through a field to his other property so we can build a fire. And he's updating his Facebook while driving:

FACEBOOK• 9:46pm Rod posts: "At this moment I have two dead Christmas trees tied to my bumper, dragging behind my Chrysler 300. This fire is going to be epic."

I'm frightened.

We get to the cabin, and the grass is up to our knees. We can’t even FIND the circle where he normally has bonfires. We get out, trudge over, and start worrying about ticks...and about setting his entire property on fire. But we start to find chairs to sit in anyway, and Rod starts a LITTLE fire.

So we move our chairs back.

And our friend Gina is moving away and wants to get rid of old checkbooks, etc. so she brings those and we start basically destroying any evidence she ever existed in D.C. -which is fun!- but we all discuss that MAYBE since the grass is knee high and the insects are crazy - and ticks carry Lyme Disease – that we’ll forgo the Tree Burning this time and just destroy Gina’s identity and call it a night.

Then Rod decides: 11 pm on a Saturday night is a great time to Get Out The Mower! But he can’t find the headlights, so we only HEAR him coming. TOWARDS US.

And now we're deer in headlights...or, NOT in headlights as it were...and we wonder "should we scatter??" Then I suggest we stay by the fire so maybe he has a better chance of seeing us. So now we’re standing around a fire, peering into darkness towards a machine with rotating blades coming toward us - that we can only hear - and we're still beating down grass around our feet, slapping mosquitos, and looking for ticks.

And this whole time, there’s a random white SUV parked with it’s lights on farther down the yard beside Rod’s pond. And I finally HAVE to ask, “um...do we know who those people are?”. Nope! Apparently people randomly trespass all the time in the country and it’s normal. What a lovely addition to all this!

They eventually leave - probably realizing: That Kid With The Fire And The Mower Is CRAZY! -but we, That Kid's Friends, are trapped around the fire lest we wander off and get run over by a machine that we can't see.

We finally DO see him...and move our chairs back.

And he mows a circle around the fire and we move our chairs back in. And this whole time, you can see the internal struggle in Rod. He. Wants. Those. Trees. And at one point, he has his hand on one and is looking at the fire – and I just know: those trees are toast.

So we move our chairs back.

And the first tree goes on the fire. And honestly, it’s not that bad. So we all move our chairs back in and settle in—and Rod goes for the second one. Woah, woah buddy! How about we wait for the first one to finish before we throw another TREE on the fire?

And finally, he can’t take it anymore and decides it’s time.

So we move our chairs back.

And THIS happens:


That is Rod, maniacally laughing off to the side. Rod is about 6’6 – so you see how tall the flame is.

And Rod muses, “Huh, that one took a little differently than the other other one did...”

Yes. A 15 foot flame shooting straight into the air WAS a little different than the first, fairly calm inferno.

And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you celebrate the 4th of July in West Virginia.