the infamous prankster wassa_mata u and the infamous pot stirrer and bet taker BigRedOne are in cahoots tonight...

First off, I would like to say to BR1's wife, KeepersOfTheLight04 (Jennie), that I am SO SO SO SORRY! Really, my DEEPEST apologies! Honestly, how was I supposed to KNOW about BR1's unusual prosthetic? I never dreamed! And when it fell on the floor and I picked it up, well, it was rubber, so I just HAD to carve it! Don't worry, though, a little epoxy strategically placed, and it should be good as new.

BR1 and I met up last night at the Rock Bottom Brewery, for the miniest of mini meets. I had told him I would be wearing a Sharks shirt so he could recognize me in the packed bar & grill. In retrospect, that was not such a good plan: there was a Sharks game on TV, and EVERYONE in the bar had on a Sharks shirt: the men, the women, the servers, the busboys... after BR1 accosted half a dozen people yelling "Wassamatta U?" at them, I think Management was starting to get a little nervous.

When I finally showed up (my lateness being the only fashionable thing about me), we exchanged hearty greetings, manly handshakes, and small pink cooties. We settled into a booth in the back in the corner in the dark, and ordered our first round of libations.

With a solemn and sophisticated flourish, I pulled out my signature stamp for the Official Exchange: and the entire restaurant erupted in a rousing cheer! Oh, they were shouting and yelling and singing and dancing and carrying on in a most revelrous way, smiles on their faces and songs in their hearts! Hundreds of people all sharing in a happy and giddy moment! Of course, the fact that the Sharks had just scored at that precise moment had NOTHING to do with it, I am sure. This called for another round of libations.

We ordered dinner and libations, chatted for a while, did some stamping. BR1 got out his markers to color his stamp, and I think the waitress got a little confused. She brought him a coloring book and a brand new box of crayons, to go with his markers. This of course kept him busy until the meal arrived (and more libations).

BR1 had been in San Jose for nearly a week, but his packed schedule had precluded him from doing any boxing. So we headed out to his rental car (after one last libation): it was time to rectify the situation! Now that I think about it, “rectify” was a most appropriate choice of words, considering the Cootie I gave him as he sat down in his car.

First stop: my very own “Maybe Next Year” box (a loving tribute to the aforementioned Sharks). There was nobody at the Shark Tank Arena (it was an away game), yet we decided to practice our very best Stealth and Inconito-ness. Incognituity? After scrambling around like a couple of dimwits (LIKE them, I said!), with the appropriate Blue-Brothers-type sneaking from post to post, we converged upon the box. BR1 flopped down on the pavement, and proceeded to stamp in. This took quite a while, until we realized he was “inking up” the stamp with one of the crayons from the restaurant. I knew that last round of libations was a bad idea.

Onward, to yet another box! This time we visited the xxxxxx box (name withheld so we don’t give location proximity information away on a mystery box). We drove past the xxxxxx, saw the xxxxxx indicated in the clues, and got out of the car. We then got back IN the car, PARKED the car, THEN got back out. Libations, indeed. As indicated by the clues, we took xxxxxx steps toward the xxxxxx, stuck our left xxxxxx into the protruding xxxxxx, wiggled it while inserting a large xxxxxx into a xxxxxx (that’s the medical term for a “xxxxxx”, hehehe). Finally, after a bit of lubrication, we were able to extract the box from the xxxxxx. Woohooo! By this time, though, the box smelled a bit like xxxxxx, so we stamped in, and hurried on our way.

Ok, time to get a new box that I had never been to before! We were in virgin territory now. We realized neither of us belonged there, so we drove to the next box instead. This one required a bit of hiking in a park along a river. It was a dark and stormy night. Well, dark anyways. There was no light along the river other than the pale glow imparted by the waning moon. Oooh, that was poetic, huh? The ground was still wet and muddy from last week’s storms, but we struck out on our adventure anyways. We saw 2 trees that we thought met the criteria of the first box, so we had to guess which one. After the 3rd guess, we got it right! The problem at this point was – we weren’t PLANNING on being out in the cold dark night, so neither of us had a flashlight. We knew the box had to be SOMEWHERE in the tree, though, and BR1, in his militarily-trained out-of-the-box thinking, flipped open his cell phone. I thought he was calling for backup, and half expected a fleet of Apache helicopters to come screaming over the horizon, “Ride of the Valkyries” blaring out of loudspeakers, while the area was bathed with millions of candle-power floodlights. Instead, however, he used the little light from the cell phone screen. Victory was ours!!! Box found.

There was a second box in this series, which required us to hike a ways up the trail along the river. BR1 didn’t bring a jacket; he was just in a short sleeved shirt, and it was getting cold. The night, I mean, although the shirt was probably not too warm either. It was also a bit foggy out along the river, and a bit eerie. Soon, we peered through the mist and saw ahead of us the outlines of two people, who seemed to be surreptitiously exchanging baggies. I was ecstatic! Two people in the middle of nowhere in an unlit area late at night passing baggies back and forth – they MUST be fellow boxers! “Ahoy, there!” I called out, in my cheeriest voice, “anybody up for an exchange?” I’m not really sure they fully understood my intention with that, as they sort of got strange looks on their faces and ambled off. My pleading cries of “Come back here, I want to Stamp In!” went unheeded.

We eventually got to the point where we believe the letterbox should be, but alas! It seems as if last week’s torrential rains had flooded the area, and the box was nowhere to be found. Either that, or we were a couple of dolts looking in the wrong spot. Bets, anyone?

And so our adventures for the evening drew to a close. We drove back to BR1’s hotel, and said goodbye, knowing that somehow, somewhere, our paths would once again cross. Watch out, world!

-wassamatta_u, who MAY have stretched the truth in spots, but you’d be surprised how little!

P.S. BR1, check the cupholder in your car… hehehehe….

And to think...I was worried BR1 wouldn't have any fun...

Thanks Wassa for taking care of him...the lil lightkeepers and I will be out later in the Spring to investigate and infest the San Jose area with new boxes and stamps!

Jenny
KoTL04

the lil lightkeepers and I will be out later in the Spring to investigate and infest the San Jose area with new boxes and stamps!

Yes, he mentioned that... have WE got some plans for YOU guys!!!

It was a blast, and I look forward to meeting the rest of you (although, with as much as he talked about you, I feel like I already KNOW you!)
-wassamatta_u

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This time we visited the xxxxxx box (name withheld so we don’t give location proximity information away on a mystery box). We drove past the xxxxxx, saw the xxxxxx indicated in the clues, and got out of the car. We then got back IN the car, PARKED the car, THEN got back out. Libations, indeed. As indicated by the clues, we took xxxxxx steps toward the xxxxxx, stuck our left xxxxxx into the protruding xxxxxx, wiggled it while inserting a large xxxxxx into a xxxxxx (that’s the medical term for a “xxxxxx”, hehehe). Finally, after a bit of lubrication, we were able to extract the box from the xxxxxx. Woohooo! By this time, though, the box smelled a bit like xxxxxx, so we stamped in, and hurried on our way.

Boy, they sure do letterbox differently in California. I mean, if the Highlander used lubrication to wiggle a xxxx while sticking a protruding xxxxx to get at ANY box here in WNY, we'd be in JAIL (we'd have more fun boxing, but we'd be in JAIL!).

The (glad Wassa's not looking for any of HER boxes) Sprite & the (still not sure where her boxes ARE, after all these years) Highlander

In my defense...Wassa did show up fashionably late...like an hour or 3...Yes there was cheering while he arrived...but the Sharks did score a goal @ the time...not everyone was wearing Sharks shirts like was previously stated...I was the lone REDWINGS fan in the house...and the EMO waitress who wore black...yes he did cootie me...I didn't even hear the "pfoott" cootie over his ranting's of "Pinky, tonite we take over the world"...which seems to be his theme song...or maybe he had one of those lil digital recorders in his pocket that was on constant playback loop...I mean he had every other electronic device on his belt...kinda like the stepdad from night @ the museum...so he had to tell me he cootied me w/ the whoopie cushion...Trail Tracker is such a better cootier...and more sly...ie..."Hey Anna, I have a present for you(this is to a 6 y/o). Here give this to your daddy when you leave the meet, He'll like it!" Anna says "Thank you...just for me?" TT "No honey, for your daddy" Anna " But you said you had a present for me, now you are saying give it to my daddy, so where is my present?" TT "Sorry Anna that is actually fo your daddy...when you leave here, ok?" Anna " *dejectedly looking* OK...Daddy look what TT just gave me to give to you!!!"...Me " Oh did she? Well baby give them to daddy and take her these in return, ok?" Anna "Sure daddy, but she also said she had a present for me, but she didn't give me anything." moi "Well baby just give those to her, and we'll take Gunner as a present." TT who had to pay a returning fee to retrieve Gunner from my backseat, where he was sharing IceCream with the brothers and generally loving life...to go home with an individual who puts on his hunting bell, then NO HUNTING...and who scolds him for defending their castle from those evil whitetail does that are eating the lawn...
His cootie in my cupholder was funny...like a broken thumb...HAHAHAHAHA...he really did chase down those two...I thought he was looking for his score...and yes the cell phones worked as an emergency light....now while he was navigating me around SanJose, a lot of the turns are like "Michigan turns"...where you turn right to go left by making a Uie...what he didn't tell me was that I wasn't supposed to use crosswalk for those turns...or traintracks for that matter...but he I was also doing Cali stops @ all Slow To Only Pause signs...when in Rome you know...as for libations...I think he was plying me so that I would tell him how to exactly get those extreme boxes I planted overseas...or to see if I could actually sing the OSU fight song...btw, why would TT email Wassa saying he could have the Brutus stamp for placing here in SJ CA???...seemed funny to me, but he produced an email stating such...so as far as I am concerned...the bet has been "PAID IN FULL, ACCT CLOSED"...
All in all, we had a great time, talked about a lot of the boxers I have met, and generally talked about everything...he was drooling over the prospect of getting to NC so he could meet some of us...the ones with the busiest by far board on AQ...if you want to know little secret...he reads every single post on AQ...something that I wouldn't want to do...heck, seems to me that AQ is a fulltime job for two people with out paying them...
Be Safe...
BR1

*What the heck?!?!*

A private email will be sent to BR1 (and wassa) later today.....

TT

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Boy, they sure do letterbox differently in California.

I think you read it all wrong. He said xxxxxx and xxxxxx, not xxxx and xxxx.
Now, I can see where that WOULD land you in jail anywhere!

we were slack boxing and wassa took me to a great mystery box, hence XXXX...
be safe...
BR1

We figured since you were there in spirit...not to mention I talked about you and wassa drooled like the idiot savant he is...since I knew you personnally...I stood up and sang my not so drunken lil heart out...hence the payment for the bet was met...now I know in the past, to get you going TT...I said I was gonna hack your email...we both know that I don't have the knowledge or expertise for such an adventure...now the big moosie does...so watch out!!!!...MUWAHAHAHAHA...to quote a certain wolf I know...
Be Safe...
BR1

the lil lightkeepers and I will be out later in the Spring to investigate and infest the San Jose area with new boxes and stamps!

Ok, we need to plan a minimeet farther in advance than 3 hours this time!! I don't wanna miss out on the fun =o)

Rhea

Absolutely!!! I am so excited about coming out to CA...Just as soon as we know the date and such, we will definately make some plans for a meet!

Have fun! BR1 is on his way back home...next stop...IL!!!

Jenny
KoTL04

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I think you read it all wrong. He said xxxxxx and xxxxxx, not xxxx and xxxx.
Now, I can see where that WOULD land you in jail anywhere!

Ohhhh, yeah! Well, ain't that a xxxx? Y'know, I KNEW it musta lost something in the translation!