Just got home from the lake, and I’m so, so, so tired. This is where I’ve been:
Yesterday morning, I met WT at the park for a little while before it was time for me to leave for Boats ‘n Ho’s. It was good to see him, and we laughed a lot. It was a beautiful day out and we walked down by the river, talking about nothing in particular at all. Before long, it was time to hit the road.
We got to the lake at about 2 yesterday and headed out on the boat, just drifting around through the chain of lakes, drinking our rum and ripping on each other. I am a water girl, and it felt good just to be floating and soaking up the sun. I think we were on the water until 6 or so, when it was time for dinner, when the hostess grilled up some ribs. They were the best ribs I’ve ever had. We drank some more, and laughed some more, and ate some more before heading back out on the boat. By this time, there were only six of us left that were staying the night.
We ambled along through the waterways until it got dark, and that’s when it happened – the incident which will be remembered for years and years to come. As the hostess was docking the boat, one of the other ladies was on the edge to grab the rope. For a moment, she had one leg on the sea wall and one leg on the boat, and was just about doing the splits. We heard one girl say (in a sing-song voice), “What’re ya gonna do?” Then, down she went, into the mucky, weed-y water, banging her knee on the way down. Did she scream swear words? No. All she had to say was, “Wow, it’s really shallow,” as if she had expected to drown. Once we knew she was okay, everyone was laughing hysterically. One of the bigger ladies stood up and said, “Oh no! I think I just peed my pants!” even as she was still laughing. We called her Pee Pants from there on out.
Once the wound was cleaned and Pee Pants’ pants were changed, we decided to play a game. It was entirely too easy, but we had fun goofin’ around with it. It was almost 2 am before we all went to bed, and luckily there were just enough beds for everyone. I wish I could’ve slept on the porch, but it only had chairs and a loveseat. Wouldn’t you want to sleep here?
Everyone settled down, and I laid down and pulled out my mp3 player to listen to some new music that I’d been given. It couldn’t have been a better day. The weather was beautiful, the company was great, and I hadn’t really thought much about serious things the whole time.
Until…there was a stupid damn song in my ears that made me cry. So there I was, trying very hard to be quiet, and not being able to stop the tears from flowing. The song was called Starting Now, and you can read the lyrics here, if you want. I was mad that it affected me that way.
I am the girl who laughs with everything she has. I’m the one who is silly. I want to be me, not this sad girl.
Sounds like a lovely day. Sometimes, we just need to let the tears flow to get to the healing stage. {{{Hugs}}}
Sounds like an awesome day of goofing around on the water! To bad nobody invited me along…..
Don’t forget you had plenty of alcohol to add to the mix. I don’t care how great of a day I’ve had if there’s lots of wine flowing and it’s 2 am and a sad song comes on, I’m bawling. And thats not right after a big breakup either, it could be anytime.
Cut yourself some slack, Ginger
It does sound like a kick ass day! Glad you enjoyed it. And Vinomom is right. That could happen to me at anytime. It is understandable in the place you are right now. Don;t beat yourself up about it, please?!?!
ETW – It was a great day.
Ron – Nope! No boys allowed!
Vinomom – I am a crier, but not usually over songs!
Dish – I promise.
That sounds like a great day, except the sad song/crying part. Time, time, time…