Wear Old Clothes and Bring a Towel

I'm thoroughly convinced that the most exciting things happen without planning. Last Friday afternoon I wasn't sure what I was going to do to celebrate the start of the weekend. Then right before the end of my work day I get a wonderful call from Nicole. "My friend Peter is planning something. He said to wear old clothes and you should probably bring a towel. Do you wanna come?" Of course I wanted to come. What was going to happen exactly was a secret, but fun was promised. I met up with Nicole and we drove to a house in Cary. We were met by the organizers who said that something exciting was going to happen once more people arrived. We waited anxiously as more cars showed up, and then a drum starting beating in the distance. Peter and his friends came from behind the building ready to anoint our faces with war paint. Here's what Nicole, Sandra, and I looked like post war paint ceremony:


Then it was time to follow the guys down to 'the site'. We got in the car and parked at a library surrounded by new development. Wtf? We crossed the street and walked over to a hill to discover what the guys had been planning for the evening. On the hill was the longest strip of plastic I've ever seen with a kiddie pool at the bottom filled with water, flour, and krispy kream donuts. The plastic was greased down with cooking oil to aid the adult slip and slide and we were provided garbage bags to protect us, somewhat. They had dubbed the event 'sleuging'. The hill was incredibly muddy from the rain that day, and the slip and slide didn't actually work particularly well, but Nicole and I discovered that rolling worked just fine :-) Also, at one point a donut fight ensued. Basically, it was a night of muddy muddy chaos and fun. Here's some after shots:




So the moral of the story is, if some one calls you and invites you to a secret event that requires wearing old clothes, you should probably do it.