the first holiday weekend
I'm writing on the other side of two consecutive two-day weekends. A lot has happened since then and due in part to laziness, in part to tiredness, and in part to busy-ness (a word?) I haven't written anything about any of it. I tend to assume that just recounting events isn't all that interesting, but that's not really true most of the time.
Christmas was highlighted by the Santarctica event. If you've ever heard of santarchy (sometimes known as santacon), it's the same thing as that, only in Antarctica, so it gets a clever name. Basically the idea is to get as many people as possible to dress up in Santa suits (and in our case, elf suits as well), and go running through the streets causing mischief and getting up to general hijinks. We suited up in the lounge of one of the dorms and headed out to the station sign for our obligatory photo op:
After that, it was a series of "wouldn't it be awesome if..." sorts of things. For example: red rover, see how many santas can fit inside derelict junction, climb on the delta, do silly acrobatics tricks, and some other stuff. We ended up at the NSF chalet (which houses their administrative offices and our station manager) for another group photo. This time the photo was acompanied by the santa-fied bust of admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd, the first guy to fly a plane over the south pole. The santas paraded around station for another hour or so, hitting the both the big gym (basketball, etc.) and the aerobics gym, the helicopter pad, and ended at the galley, where we had a mass santa dinner.
Click here for all of the santarctica pictures, as well as a couple of the town Christmas party.
Chalet Santas:
After dinner, some Santas went to the coffee house to see Toofless Sean (some songs of whose I'll stick up here soon) play. Santarctica culminated in a three-in-the-morning clamber up Ob Hill and ultimately, an unfortunate incident with an inflatable polar bear.
Christmas was highlighted by the Santarctica event. If you've ever heard of santarchy (sometimes known as santacon), it's the same thing as that, only in Antarctica, so it gets a clever name. Basically the idea is to get as many people as possible to dress up in Santa suits (and in our case, elf suits as well), and go running through the streets causing mischief and getting up to general hijinks. We suited up in the lounge of one of the dorms and headed out to the station sign for our obligatory photo op:
After that, it was a series of "wouldn't it be awesome if..." sorts of things. For example: red rover, see how many santas can fit inside derelict junction, climb on the delta, do silly acrobatics tricks, and some other stuff. We ended up at the NSF chalet (which houses their administrative offices and our station manager) for another group photo. This time the photo was acompanied by the santa-fied bust of admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd, the first guy to fly a plane over the south pole. The santas paraded around station for another hour or so, hitting the both the big gym (basketball, etc.) and the aerobics gym, the helicopter pad, and ended at the galley, where we had a mass santa dinner.
Click here for all of the santarctica pictures, as well as a couple of the town Christmas party.
Chalet Santas:
After dinner, some Santas went to the coffee house to see Toofless Sean (some songs of whose I'll stick up here soon) play. Santarctica culminated in a three-in-the-morning clamber up Ob Hill and ultimately, an unfortunate incident with an inflatable polar bear.
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that girl is hella drunk
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