Justin Bieber and the Ogre of the Fairview Inn

A friend photo-texted me an invite to a "Tropical Hotdog Party" in Talkeetna, Alaska. Talkeetna is a two-hour flight from Homer, but Justin Bieber was on the invitation.
Three ladies flew to Talkeetna to see what the Bieb was up to and what this hippy summer town was all about. The party was great with bands and games, and even beach volleyball. There were hotdogs and chicken and white bread. I ended up thinking that the BBQ sauce on the chicken was so good that I just spread it on the whitebread like peanut butter and ate BBQ sauce sandwiches. Even at a Tropical Hotdog Party in interior Alaska, people notice that white bread/BBQ sauce sandwiches are pretty white trash-y. I wonder what The Bieb would think.
With a full belly, I retired with my friends to the Fairview Inn, a typical Alaskan bar with lots of old stuff and dead animals on the walls.  We learned that at the Fairview, you can behave as badly as possible, but they won't ask you to leave. They will just stop serving ill-behaved parties alcohol. This makes for a very volatile bar environment. A poor girl from Nashville was on stage trying to croon country tunes while everyone screamed around her. Just when the scene couldn't get more comical, a boy known only as "Coniferous" asked me to dance.

We camped for the night with our sleeping bags laid out in a 3-walled cabin, waiting for an ogre or a bear to walk in the open wall. It would have been scary, except we couldn't stop laughing about combined scene of Tropical Hotdogs and ill-behaved locals at the Fairview.
On the flight home the next day, Mt. McKinley was clearly visible. Our heads full of jokes, the last night full of new friends, and the Susitna Valley stretched out before us... lesson learned: If a teenage popstar that you don't know a single song by invites you to something, get in a small plane and go.