FRIDAY NIGHT A couple of my friends and I went camping out at Bartlett Lake. I sit down to blog this but cannot begin to know where to start. It was one of those trips that "you just have to be there"...but ill do my best!
SORT OF A last minute invite from a friend of my friends, we left around 7 Friday night and got to Bartlett just in time to watch Jaws projected onto a sheet on the shore with the other groups. After the classic production intended to scare us, we decided to go swimming..go figure. But back it up..this request came from Brandon! Brandon is not what one would necessarily call a camper, in fact he genuinely dislikes it. So with Brandon in rare form Dave and I quickly agreed.
I believe this was the only moment in the last 7 years that I was grateful for the 115 degree weather that had so brilliantly warmed the lake. Followed by a dozen others we got to talking about the last time we went swimming in a lake at night. Since high school! That is way too long. This discussion led to another coveted high school era "activity", Truth or Dare! skipping right over the details we got out an hour or so later, dried off and played some poker before turning in and talking/cracking up until 3 something in the morning. But not before one more solicitation from Brandon offering a bit of his pot pie...8 hour old CHICKEN pot pie. We declined and threatened Brandon with warnings of what a chicken pot pie might do to a person after 8 hours in an Arizona desert.
The next day
TAKING PICTURES THROUGH a floaty raft thing???
FOOTBALL
VOLLEYBALL
CHILLIN IN THE car playing with the camera waiting for Gina to get in. Happily filthy dirty, tired, and ready to go home.
BENBLUBALLS . MANGO STRAWBERRY FRUTISTAS . POT PIE . TRAUMATIC BONDING . DAVE SHARK . PARTY CRASHING . DEBBIE DOWNER . BENS SLEEPING BAG PILLOW . GIRLS HAVE MUSTACHES TOO SAYS THE BANK TELLER . SPF 60 . BLUE SHORTS GUY . BLACK SHIRT GUY . RED SHIRT GUY . MARRY DATE DO . DAVE SAUCE . RED CHIP . STEELY DAN . LETS GO TO CALIFORNIA...I AGREE!
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Fun times! Andy and I went on a spur of the moment overnight trip to the lake and guess what, Gina was there too...small world. I don't even want to know what benbluballs is supposed to mean.
P.S. Are you wishing you had a peanut butter and Jelly sandwich with an orange julius right now?
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