I don’t know about you, but I had an absolutely spectacular holiday weekend. Water (still want to be in it), too much Fireball (still love it), beer pong (still undefeated), some sun (still pasty white), good fishing (still never caught a bass) and a lot of beer (still can’t shotgun one) – all topped off with not-exactly-Thai food. Great times with good friends – you really can’t beat that combination.
And after this past week it was much needed.
It started on Saturday – I flew home from Grammy’s not-a-funeral service after spending a great time with family (some of whom I haven’t seen in 20 years) and discovering the joy of drinking lighter fluid (I think they were actually Brandy Manhattans but I imagine they had the same taste and level of flammable content as the stuff you pour on wood to help it catch fire), did some laundry, took a nap and then hit the road for a 2 1/2 hour drive south to mile marker 76ish at the Lake of the Ozarks.
After a great night that didn’t quite meet the sun coming up it was time to kick back on the top deck with a cup of coffee and a beautiful view (see the pic attached to the post). After some bacon, eggs and hash browns for breakfast we popped a few beers, did a little fishing, swam a bit and then played beer-pong-on-the-dock (yes – it’s as amusing as it sounds). I managed to land four crappie and a perch – one of my better fishing expeditions for sure.
Later that evening I drove just north of Jeff City to hang out with another couple of friends. We drank some beer, passed the Fireball around and then played Charades! (you should DEFINITELY get this app) before I crashed on the couch watching Dog the Bounty Hunter and Beth (“entertaining” is one word for that show…). Then it was driving home, followed by a fruitless trip downtown for the best Thai food in the city (LuLu’s – but they were closed for Memorial Day) and ending up at Habanero’s because Mexican food is a reasonable second choice to Thai food (that almost sounded legitimate).
Very relaxing weekend hanging out with friends – exactly what the doctor ordered after a stressful week.