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are changes within 60 days of 05/15/2002| PAC Tag Playing tag in Chico's Performing Arts Center after hours and in an altered state. Most games ended up with everyone passing out on the lounges in women's bathrooms which was seen as a good hiding place when playing with an all-male group. | |
| pachango Form of address similar to "buddy". Charlie Bill started using pachango after being adversely effected by the odd speech stylings of a co-worker. Ex: Easy there, pachango. | |
| Packer's Cabin A small, remote cabin in the hills of southern Oregon. Hilary, Hank, Roy and Bill traveled there in September of 1999 for a few days. The fact that the coast is quite near is lost on this cabin, and the sun starved locals trek up to the cabin to get away from the dreary coast as the journal attests to quite often. Packer's is very remote and isolated, situated in a forest wilderness which was remarkably empty, even for that time of year. | |
| paddle boat incident Whereupon Shavor and Miles tried to get the House evicted during one of their first parties by stealing the apartment complex's paddle boats and riding through the canal system that ran through the complex at 4 am. | |
| "paid to lose" A particularly unfortunate term which really meant "paid to let the other side win". There was a few weekly events up at camp in which the staff would be pitted against the campers. Efforts were made to make as many of them camper-on-camper events, but success in this area wasn't always complete. The staff having played these games in prior weeks being a particularly cohesive group and being considerably larger and older than the average camper, tended to have the advantage in such things. The campers could overwhelm in numbers, but in some instances they didn't even have that advantage. At times the youthful male urge to compete to one's fullest ability had to be tempered a bit and the players reminded that they were "paid to lose", letting the campers have the better time since that was what they were there for. | |
| Painkiller Papa Beck's own concoction that has developed quite the reputation given its fairly rare appearance on the scene at large. These apparently run on the fairly lethal side, but what would you expect from Cheryl's dad? | |
| The Palms Playhouse In south Davis a small barnlike structure remains on what was at one point a large farm, now a subdivision. The barn has been converted into a small theater, complete with resident old dog who no longer cares who is there or what is going on and pretty much makes his self to home. The theater's coziness is reminiscent of childhood performances staged in the family garage. The barn has a tendency to resonate a bit, but is a pretty good, if somewhat offbeat location to see small acts play to a devoted audience. | |
| parking piggie Parking at the Snowbird place is hella tight and both Charlie Bill and Hank sport fairly large vehicles, so parking is something of a high art. One who takes more than his share of the driveway has bestowed upon them the title "parking piggie". | |
| party foul See rookie move and alcohol abuse. | |
| Party Party A Mo-ism for the Party Time Cafe, picked up after watching Barbarella: one of the characters refers to Barbarella as "pretty pretty". | |
| Party Time The Party Time cafe, a local greasy-spoon with a light retro feel. This place is the home to many hangover breakfasts. Mo has taken to calling this place "Party Party" in the style of a character from Barbarella's "pretty pretty". | |
| PC The public camp just outside Wolfeboro. Public camp is both a curse and a blessing to camp: the downside is that it is a magnet for some undesirables to come down, drive around in ATVS, shoot guns and walk through camp. The upside is that it provides a place for activities that might be better performed off official property, such as visiting with outside friends and family members. | |
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| peep off Several years ago the Archbishop Dave Smith came across a web page describing an annual Peep off. The contest rules were simple: eat as many Marshmallow Peeps in half an hour as you could manage using nothing to wash it down. Dave contacted the ruling body and got a special Pabst waiver for the Sacramento crew and the first Sacramento Peep off was on. The event has become something of a post-Easter tradition and has outlasted the original organizers. The current record stands at 81 peeps, set by Dennis Gross at the third outing. | |
| penis extender Any flashy, extravagant or otherwise conspicuous consumption that compensates for a lack of size in the penile department. | |
| "The penis is a weapon" Every prevention video it seems must have it's one distillable point that they try to drill into the viewers. This particular line came from a date-rape prevention video that the women of Desmond Hall were treated to in 1992. The situation for the male members of the hall was grim: they weren't invited and were, indeed, the villified members (no pun intended) of the persecuted class as far as this video went. The Chaunches, of course, took to using this line frequently. | |
| penis penalty One of the stiffest (pardon the pun) penalties imaginable, given out as a punishment for dropping trou. | |
| Perkins Station If one is to believe the sign, this was originally a Pony Express stop back in the day but is now a run-down pool hall/dive bar. The tables are relatively cheap, as is the beer, and the jukebox has an odd variety of country tunes and mid-80s pop. Its not at all unusual to hear "When Doves Cry" followed by "Here's a quarter, call someone who cares". The name "Perkins Station" also applies to the neighborhood in the same area, probably more due to the Pony Express stop than the bar. | |
| personal hell When everything seems to be working against you, you are in a personal hell. Significant others will turn bitchy, jobs will become shitty, school will become overbearing, you'll get ticketed, and all manner of evil begins stacking up at a geometric rate. No one person can be targeted as the source and no one else can share in your torture. On the good side, once you realize that you are in a personal hell they seem to dissolve. | |
| Pescados Pescado's (peh-sca-doz) is one of the things that's right with Sacramento. This local chain has produced fish tacos throughout town for years and is one of those in things to do in the city, though not as much as it was a few years back. The concept of fish tacos is, admittedly, a bit daunting at first but it is well worth it to overcome any initial reservation. | |
| Peta-fucking-luma Every growing North Bay town which strongly holds onto its hick roots. X Moey X and Tim O'Shit were both from this burg. | |
| pickle tickle A Henry-ism for the sexual act. | |
| Picnic Day Huge campus-wide event held by UC Davis in early spring. Its a open house, reunion, recruiting drive and community showcase all in one. Many local bands participate in the day-long event, giving folks a chance to see some new music. The highlight of the event is the Doxie Derby, wherein masses of datschunds race their little legs off chasing a oft- malfunctioning artificial "rabbit". | |
| Pieces Midtown pizza-by-the-slice restaurant. Those who grew up with the pizza-by-the-slice tradition of Blondie's and Fat Slice in Berkeley find the place somewhat disappointing both in terms of cost and quality, but it serves a quick eats niche in the area. Pieces is open late on the weekends when it covers much of the local bar traffic, becoming quite the social hub. | |
| pill bugs Known as "roly-polys" in much of the country but more commonly known as "potato bugs", these small insects curl up into tight balls when threatened leaving only their protective armor exposed. Their rolling nature, along with their slow gait and general harmlessness makes them a favorite of children. | |
| pinata incident Honk decided that it would be a good thing to have a pinata for a mid-party smashing at the housewarming for Chris. This sounded like a good idea at the time. Having no batlike object, a sock filled with soap was substituted. The pinata, a clown, afforded for a number of "Homie the clown" jokes. Chris was spun around, extremely drunk, and proceeded to wildly swing the soap-filled sock. Before he was stopped, he'd clocked no fewer than four guests, broken the Christmas lights, and knocked over a few beers. Dave tackled him, exclaiming through gritted teeth that he was "being bad". | |
| Pine Cove The Pine Cove has, as many old downtown bars have, gone through many transformations. For a long time it was a popular downtown dive bar and a second home for many of the downtown kids. In the early-90s a car crashed into the bottleshop downstairs. A fire damaged the bottle shop and led to a touch of remodeling to the bar upstairs. The bar has one of the most deadly exits with narrow little steps making their way down a winding narrow stairwell, making for one of the most drunk-unfriendly exits in town. The bar has turned into a meat market somewhat inexplicably in the late 90s, but still serves reasonably priced drinks. | |
| Pizza and Pipes Frightening pizza joint in Sacramento. The place features a huge Wurlitzer organ, upon which requests are made for songs to be played throughout the establishment. The place is somewhat spooky, with nearly all conversation drowned out by the mighty Wurlitzer, and the darkness of the place punctuated light with disco balls and mirrored baffles for the organ. The mescalinesque environment continues with some of the instruments for the organ placed randomly on the walls, including drums and an entire upright piano. House members used to go there from time to time to absorb its somewhat disturbing aura and cheap beer. | |
| "play Nirvana" A trio containing two guys and a girl showed up at a Cherry party once which was (surprise) way out of control One of the trio passed fully out, appearing to the casual observer to be dead (party goers began referring to him as the "dead guy"). The dead guy's girlfriend (in the trio) was pissed about all this, and spent most of the party sitting on the couch next to his prone form. Mid-party, someone cranked "Smells Like Teen Spirit", generating a lively mosh pit in the living room. The pit swirled and crashed on top of the dead guy, causing absolutely no reaction from his prone form. The song was abruptly stopped after things started getting knocked off the walls. The dead guy's girlfriend then quit the party, leaving his friend to yell "play Nirvana" (pronounced Nir-vaaa-naaaa) for the rest of the evening while babysitting the corpse. | |
| Pocket A geographic area of Sacramento between the Sacramento River and I-5. In this area are a number of higher-income apartments and expensive home situated around artificial lakes and green spaces. The irony is that the area just east of the Pocket is one of the largest and roughest of the rough neighborhoods of Sacramento. As a result, this area suffers from a goodly amount of random crime. As a response to this trend, many of the newer communities built in the area are gated compounds, which only exacerbates the problem for those living in unfenced areas. The Landing was in the Pocket. | |
| poo boots Boots irevocably ruined by exposure to the poo geyeser. Despite massive amounts of hosing and other prophylactic measures, the Pacific Northwest's climate proved a good haven for mildew and the boots were never the same. | |
| poo geyser It is assumed that if a RV comes with a hose advertised as suitable for sewage it is of a hoselike nature. That is to say hose-like in its nature and having a structural integrity of the sort to contain said sewage. Unfortunately a poo geyser is what you unleash when this is not the case, when the fool who rented the RV before you somehow managed to drag the damned thing behind him for a few miles. Needless to say, if this is your first RV dumping experience in some time and the first of the trip, this will tend to color your interactions with the septic system from there on out. Especially as designated poop dumper. Oh the humanity. I assure you it iisn't as bad as it sounds: its worse. | |
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| The Post See The Lesion. | |
| postal To lose it mentally in a "shoot-up-the-workplace" kind of way. Ex: dude, if my manager bitches about my nosering one more time, I'm gonna go postal | |
| pot cig Every so often, a cigarette in a pack of Marlboros doesn't smell right when smoked. It tastes fine, but it smells like someone has been making a spliff out of the filtered cigarette. | |
| power hour During a power hour, drinkers take one shot of beer every minute for 60 minutes. Given the average shot size, this is somewhere between 5-7 beers. | |
| power thought The uncontrollable urge or overriding desire one gets while blotto. This manifests itself a number of ways. Perhaps most famously is the power thought: opposite sex, better known as "Beer Goggles". Quite often, especially later in the evening, power thought: Taco Bell takes effect | |
| prego Pregnant. As in "its in there". | |
| Press Club Local haven for music downtown, it's the most centrally located to midtown of the various clubs. The Press Club has pissed on someone's parade apparently, as the local cops are cracking down hard on the establishment, singling it out for adverse attention. | |
| Prince Albert A particularly painful form of piercing in which the head of the penis is punctured just below the base of the tip. Larry best illustrated this once by extending his chin and pushing his thumb to the underside of his jaw. This depiction remains the best visual seen to date. | |
| Pro! At a Filibuster concert in downtown Sacramento's Profound Sound warehouse, a large, extremely drunk skinhead ran up to Mo and Charlie Bill and yelled "Pro!" at the two of them and gave them a large grin. "Huh?" they replied, to which he responded by pointing at each of them, saying "I'm pro YOU, and I'm pro YOU!", following it up with a large sloppy grin. Mo later said that she was glad he was pro and not anti. | |
progressive
The gang hosted two progressives in the dorms, specifically because they weren't allowed to (they also had more than ten people in the rooms for the same reason). Both parties were held with a goodly deal of organization and under-the-table communication with the hall RAs. | |
| prunus The LtCmdr used to bring this stuff to camp. Its a lethal "brandy" concoction of plums and a couple of other fruits, runs about 80+ proof, and tastes kinda like turpentine. | |
| puffer A particularly strenuous hike, especially one uphill. Growing up in the Bay Area, most of the hikes one could take were of that variety. | |
| punch'n'nuts Always pronounced as "punch in nuts", this is a token "welcome to camp" snack served upon arrival at Wolfeboro. It provides a chance for road-weary hikers to get some hydration. The role of punch'n'nuts has declined since groups began to muster at the front gates. | |
| puppy stomper Big old boots. Urban legend in the 80s said that there were bands who had giant boots with spikes, wherein they stomped on puppies in concert. This is probably an combination of the Ozzy Ozbourne bat's head legend and the KISS boots. Puppy stompers came into vogue in the early 90s, when the hordes of the hipper-than-thou who had been wearing Doc Martens needed ugly shoes when Docs became the vogue. | |
| pussy Term of being quite a bit beyond cool. The superlative form of "pussy" is "pussy-fly". "Ex: Didja go to the party this weekend?" "Yeah, it was pussy!" | |
| queef This is always defined simply as "pussy fart". To one who might not have ever experienced such an occurrence, however, this may seem a strange concept. More correctly, this is the sound made when the penis withdraws from a snug fitting vagina and some suction is created. Due to the nature of the tissues and the moist condition of things down there at the time, the air rushing in to fill the void makes what could be described as a farting sound. If you want to experience this firsthand, open a can of refried beans, cranberry jelly or other semisolid canned product and turn it upside down so that the contents exit the can intact--the sound will be somewhat similar. | |
| rafting trip Much like a BBQ, a good rafting trip can nearly ignore the rafting element. The group has taken to strapping a keg or two in the rafts as they leisurely float down the American River. Debauchery, drunkenness, vomiting, public nakedness, and other acts are common. As the trip is filled with a number of dangerous obstacles and hazards, such as rope swings, injuries are often common as well. A trip is not complete unless some blood is spilt to the river gods. Foot laceration, back laceration, sprains, broken bones, and dehydration have been companions on our trips. | |
| The Rage Sacramento's "alternative" meat market. This joint is all black inside and cranks all sorts of alterna-dance stuff, most of which with heavy electronic influences. The Rage is the only place in town that still subscribes to the strange idea of changing the name of the place on different evenings: the music is different, the staff all wears T-shirts with the name for the evening. The Rage has had an upswing in popularity during "Way Bitchin' 80s", playing those retro hits you wish would die a peaceful death. | |
| rager A party. Occasionally as "a rage", or as the verb "rage". | |
| rains of Ranchopur [spelling highly in question] A Geoffism for heavy downpourings of rain, allegedly after a location in India that gets the most rainfall in the world, though this claim seems to be false. | |
| Raley Field A picturesque little ballpark (capacity: ~14,000) situated on the banks of the mighty Sacramento River in West Sac. Lying just across the Tower Bridge from Old Town, this stadium was built as the home of the Sacramento River Cats, the AAA-league team feeding the Oakland A's. Its construction is fairly open, somewhat reminiscent of ballparks of the 30s and 40s, and affords views of the Tower Bridge, the downtown skyline as well as a few local graineries. | |
| Raley's Sacramento-local grocery store chain. The more downscale brother of Bel Air. | |
| The Ranch 1) By far, the grandest of the Chicoite Houses in terms of parties. The Ranch had stereo bathrooms, a huge outside yard and a big-ol kitchen. The house after The Cherry, this is where the Chicoite's party-hosting skills reached their zenith. The group had a number of huge parties, attracting the likes of Red Barn. The Ranch is located at 818 Pomona Street, just a few blocks south of the Duplex. 2) Henry's family's property outside Valley Springs--an honest-to-God ranch with cows and everything. Geoff, Roy, Hank and Bill traveled there once with rifles and hangovers to do some plinking and have wanted to go back ever since. | |
| Rancho Cambodia Local's name for Rancho Cordova, a somewhat run-down section of town. Rancho is just on the edge of the continuously populated section of town, and as such is the home to industrial parks, warehouses and strip clubs. Rancho boomed up in the 60s and 70s and has generally fell into disrepair since then. Rancho is home to more than its share of strip malls that have gone bust for some reason that escapes us. | |
| Rancho Murietta Every metropolitan area has its swanky suburbs and then its ultra swanky suburbs -- Rancho Murietta is the latter for Sacramento. Located twenty minutes easterly from town on the cusp of the Sierra foothills, this secluded and gated community twists and turns around old oaks and immaculate golf courses, being The Place to be from while still not being obnoxious about it. While we all aspire to live there with our fleet of Lexuses someday, only the elder Becks live there currently. | |
| random drinking injury Any random injury sustained while inebriated, the source of which is later forgotten--mostly bruises and scrapes. |
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