Shackmeet at Hershey Park
The day was Saturday the 20th of October, 2007. The event: a shackmeet of epic proportions.
It all started with ThomW’s post a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away. The idea was simple: gather a group of Shackers that are local to the Pennsylvania area in a somewhat central location. That location was HersheyPark.
The participants:
ThomW
El Tigre
Patch-E
PapaBoo
Stuman1337
mccreadypj17
notd665
Korban
Evil Benius ( and his +1 )
Mad Brahmin Disease
ShadowDane
The idea:
Meet at Houlihan’s for some lunch, and then head out to the park. El Tigre and his group would meet us inside the park since they (heathens) arrived separately (heathens) and then went their separate way after a few rides (heathens).
The rest….well…just click on the “Read More” button.
We were to meet at Houlihan’s at noon, so I figured I’d leave at 10:00am to give myself a good two hours to drive. Google said the ride was 97 miles, which equates to about an hour and a half. I assumed there would be some traffic from Philly to King of Prussia, so I gave myself an additional half hour.
I was going to take :
(edit: goddamn you wordpress theme and squeezing the post into a mini div… so I had to link the pic since you couldnt see shit)
http://www.empxphotography.com/gallery/d/2655-2/IMG_7768.jpg <-- that car
However, it’s actually a good thing I didnt, since we had to deal with an assload of traffic:
So I left my house, and as soon as I got onto I-76, it was a dead stop. I flipped the XM to the traffic channel and found out this lovely tidbit: PennDOT decided that they were going to close a lane of I-76 in order to trim some trees. Yes….on a Saturday morning, on the way TOWARD King of Prussia…they closed a lane. Motherfuckers.
At 11:15am, I finally got on the turnpike…I had about 80 miles to go still, and 45 minutes to get there. I did the thing any other irresponsible person would do: Drive fast. After getting cursed out by at least 20 people who I flew past going 95mph, I finally arrived at Houlihan’s at about 12:10pm.
As I arrived, I noticed a group of dudes sitting at a table at Houlihan’s outside seating area. I realized that this HAD to be a group of shackers, due to the disturbing lack of womenz…and I was correct. (Actually, Thom told me that they were sitting outside…but still) Korban arrived shortly after, as did Evil Benius and his +1. At that point, we assumed everyone to be present and continued eating and drinking. We also made labels for ourselves, thanks to Thom’s ingenuity of bringing blank labels and a Sharpie marker. Mine said “Devnullgt…philsized?” , Korban’s said “Korban…Now bend over and crack a smile”, Patch-E’s said “Patch-E .. I like you”. I don’t quite remember the other ones, but Notd took an extra one for later….
Around 2:30pm, we started to head over to the Park. From the restaurant, only about 2 people knew where to go…so we were stuck following them; also creating a clusterfuck in the parking lot and in the surrounding streets. Ooops? The turning arrow was short, so we went in spurts, and I followed Stuman into the park. As we got there, we met with the rest of the gang in front of Chocolate World, and proceeded to have Korban post on the shack using his iPhone. ThomW took his sweet old time getting there, but once everyone arrived we started to head into the park.
The line was long, and the lady at the counter looked at me funny when I gave her a two dollar bill. Fuck you bitch, it’s currency…live with it.
We were finally inside and decided to hit up the first coaster, where El Tigre was. He was about to go on, so we would not meet up with him quite yet, as we had a decent line to wait in. At this point, we all realized something: PapaBoo was scared to death. He was whiter than that Albino from the Da Vinci Code. I believe he may have actually been shaking. We did what any good friends would do: taunt him, and point out the trash can of vomit that was right near the entrance. That would be the first time I have seen someone get sick BEFORE a ride…but I was not about to question it.
At this time…notd’s plan of the extra label became clear: A real life “I love the cock”. The subject: ThomW.
You can’t really see it too clearly there, but if you read Thom’s writeup, you can see it more clearly.
At this point we met up with El Tigre and his sister and buddies. Shot the shit for a bit, then moved on to Storm Runner. We were all pretty even in line, we had a couple of rows for ourselves to go at the same time. Except for Korban. Korban decided he was not going to wait for us…and went in the car ahead. And…he broke the ride. As soon as he came back…the ride broke. The park dudes told us we could wait until they fix it. Since we were next to go on…we figured we’d give them a few minutes. Grr….we should have left right away, since a half hour later, it was still not fixed. Lacking patience, we left. We caught up with Korban and the rest of the pussies (the ones that sat the ride out…this means you Evil Benius, PapaBoo, and +1) at the arcade, where we got to witness Korban’s sad attempt at DDR. There is a video somewhere, and I hope it gets posted soon.
We decided to hit up the next coaster…the one where the two cars race. Of course…Korban breaks this one too, as he takes the car before ours. Stuman and I grabbed the one after Korban….and it was still operational…so we thought we were in the clear. However, things were not to be well. At the end of the ride… maybe 20 feet from the end…we stop…broken. Stu and I proceed to give Korban the finger. After a few minutes, they got a couple of “engineers” to manually open our seats and let us out. We found out that PapaBoo and company got on the other car…but they got stuck in a much worse position: on the way up the hill. We used that time to shack using Korban’s iphone, and apparently, he loves the cock.
We then went and did some bumper cars…and we all unanimously agreed to attack Korban for breaking rides. We were actually quite surprised that bumper cars didnt break. Oh…we also saw Maarten (hopefully someone got a pic) (no it wasn’t really Maarten, but dude looked just like him).
PapaBoo left for the hockey game…We then hit up Coldstone and proved once and for all that we are geeks. The Coldstone had “Birthday Cake” ice cream….which we promptly used as a reason to start screaming “The cake is a lie!”. And goddamn it…it was…they were out of that flavor.
We then went to do the Reece’s extreme cup challenge…where Patch-E owned shit.
After that, I had plans to meet up with a buddy of mine to go to the bar (or somewhere fun in Philly), so I left. It took me about a half hour to find my car, since I thought Stu remembered which parking lot row we were in…but he didn’t. At this point it was about 9:15-ish in the evening. I told my buddy I’d be home around 10…so I did another quick ride across the turnpike:
Of course, with my luck….leaving turned out to be a huge waste of time…as he was out somewhere else with someone else, and didnt get back until midnight-ish…and his accompanying person didn’t feel like going out anymore…so that night was shot. I should have stayed…fuck.
Instead…I just took the car out for a drive and let out my aggression on it for a while.
All in all…a great time. Would do again.
