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The Water Weekend�
05/29/2002 - 5:08 p.m.
Oh man, I am so tired.
This weekend I went to my pal [think up good pseudonym]'s annual Memorial Day Water Weekend, up at his family's summer place on beautiful Lake Indian-Name. (No, it's not really called Lake Indian-Name. Sorry.)
The Water Weekend usually involves the following things:
Lotsa people, lotsa food, water activities - swimming, boating, skin diving, skinny dipping - listening to music, goofing, hiking, chatting, singing, all mixed in with the occasional nap. Oh yeah - and drinking.
And this weekend was as per usual, except - the water was so hypothermia-inducingly cold that there was very little in the way of water activity. I mean, I was in for 10 minutes, and my arms and legs pulsed with a dull ache for the next couple of hours! Yikes!
Our host claimed that the water was 45 degrees (I have no idea how he knew that, because when I asked him, he didn't answer me), but I would be mighty surprised if it cracked 40 degrees. That's Fahrenheit degrees, for you non-American foreign types. 45 degrees is about 6 Celsius, and that's - you know - cold. And stuff.
Anyway, it was a swell weekend - my girlf came, and there were a total of six couples. No stags, no unattached females. That was nice. A very pleasant level of drunkenness was achieved during the first several hours of attendance, and maintained for the next two days. Yummy.
O'course, as some of you know, ole Red is "wicked ancient," and staying semi-drunk for two days takes it out of a fella after a while, and I now need a vacation from my vacation. Add to that the fact that I haven't slept well since I got home and you have the makings of a very tired Red.
Oops - there's a big ole thiunderstorm outside my window, which is one of my all-time fave-rave weather patterns, but it could lead to a power failure, so I'm gonna finish this up for now.
Oh yeah - farewell to Sparkley Coworker, who is jetting off into the outer reaches of Southeast Asia for 5 months of art work and finding herself.
Music to get electrocuted by:
Afghan Whigs - "Honkey's Ladder" (Black Love)
"Got you where I want you motherfucker
I got five up on your dime"
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