The NogLog

There now follows excerpts from the 2006 Nog-Sledding journals (AKA The NogLog):

ON this, the eight day of December in the year of our Lord, two thousand and six we find ourselves on an unusually temperate winter’s evening traversing the wealthy environs of this far northwestern city. The NogSled is holding up well under such auspicious events and under such pressure from Nog Led’s heavy handed yet strangely appropriate drummer.

19:27 hrs and all is well.

19:30 – After a most agreeable tour in the NogSled imbibing a new and comfortable derivative hereby named “AltNog”, we found ourselves at our first Noggin’ – The Bus Stop. Flattery ensued as we were all carded – a feeling bolstered by everyone ordering beverages slightly festive and perhaps vaguely adolescent.

The Drink List:

  • Santa’s Lil’ Helper (well vodka & tonic – Leslie Nog)
  • Merry Mandarin (mandarin & soda – Patti Nog)
  • Mistletoe Mirror Pond (Sarah Nog)
  • 14 Days of Xmas (7 & 7 – His Royal Nogness Dave)

Official Names:

  • The Nog Boss – Patti
  • The Nogerator – Leslie

20:20 – We grow restless as a new nog spot awaits

20:25 – Pizza says: “Hey Nogsters, are you hungry?” Nogsters say: “Hell yeah!”

20:36 – Brief lament: We are now too old to change the world. Brief lament: Some Nogsters did not buy one and one half pizza slices.

Note To Self: Tools, Radio, Tackle

20:37 – Question: Are there bosses at Greenpeace? It seems so un-counter culture.

20:50 – Oh, how I miss Rosebud. One Nogster remarked that something magical may happen. Three Nogsters remained skeptical.

21:04 – Sleds everywhere

21:06 – Another round of drinks appear. They are thus named:

  • Menorah & Tonic
  • Orange You Glad Santa’s Coming
  • Hark The Amber Angels Sing
  • Gin Advent Tonic

21:28 – One Nogster started to fall behind with her drinks. I must admit the scene started to turn. Nogsters are unable to support weak members of their pack. I thought they would turn on their own but appeared to be nothing more than a brief altercation between members of a highly developed species.

21:30 – It is strange that the noun “sled” has fallen into such frequent and comfortable usage considering it felt so alien just three short hours ago.

 21:48 – “You can’t come in unless you sit on laps!” cried the host. The Nogsters thought about it and decided that would be fine. Nogsters are not known for their bashfulness. Blue/Bleu has managed to squeeze more space out of the shoebox they call a bar – quite amazing really. A little earlier one Nogster picked up a “funmap”. We await with nervous excitement if it will point us towards the fun it so proudly promised.

21:35 – Just when one Nogster thinks they know another, the former Nogster discovers by the free admission of the latter Nogster that Nog Nipples are on deck when presented with a stiff swig of the hard stuff.

22:00 -

  • The Little Red Elf (Sarah)
  • By Ginemy It’s Xmas (Dave)
  • I Wish You A Nipply Xmas / Old St. Nip (Patti)
  • Melted Frosty (Leslie)

22:27 - Once again there was some disconcertation within the pack. This time two Nogsters were lagging. One Nogster raised concern only to see the teeth of another. Conversation ran from domesticity to unrequited young love and a now regrettable car lending experience. Underwear often remains on the bathroom floor. Before long the sound of Nogsled bells could be faintly heard and it was time to move on. It was either bells or ice in a cocktail glass – at this point it’s hard to tell.

 I am Bartlebee Scribiner

22:54 – Charlie, oh Charlie. Why do you do it to me. Fate deals an odd hand on occasion and the Nogsters find themselves in almost the same booth as a nearly unfortunate proto-NogSled episode some years previous. Elephant memory Nogster noted that Cockney Nogster almost ordered the exact same dish as he did in the aforementioned near drunken debacle some drinks previous. Not wishing to tempt fate the order was hastily changed.

23:38 – Yum!

Of all the meals I’ve ordered at all the restaurants across the land, I’ve not remembered any like I’ve remember the Chicken Parmesan a Charlie’s. Who knows if it was ever really good or even edible since when last we were here we sat at nearly the same booth but were much further along the drunken wasteland. Charlie’s CP was so iconic and I haven’t been back since. How, on a similar but so much better evening, can I order anything else. I’m tempting fate; maybe it wasn’t so good. However, throwing all caution to the wind, I placed the order and was not disappointed. Not a meal for the sober but not a meal for disappointment. Yummy as I remembered.

00:00 – In a move reminiscent of Scott Of The Antarctic or perhaps, but hopefully not reminiscent of a family lost in the Oregon wilderness, the Nogsters have decided, by mutual agreement, a trip outside and towards the abandoned sled is in order. The plan is to gain a greater appreciation of the alcoholic beverage brought on by a brisk walk for survival. Should there be no more entries in this NogLog then the reader shall have no choice but to conclude the Nogsters are lost without hope of rescue!

00:21 – It’s almost unanimous that the Nogsters love honey holes. Fortunately, they found themselves at the HoneyHole – a humble establishment that has never failed to please. Somewhat like its namesake.

01:01 – And so the first annual NogSled draws to its inevitable close. Nogsters are tired. It has been an evening of the finest Nog and Sled but now the Nogsters are starting to Nogoff. With that we wish Nogsters everywhere a Merry Nogsled ’06.