OK -- you'll have to read M's Blog for the full details of the evening... and since I was there, I'll add in my own 2 cents (why isn't there a cents symbol on the standard keyboard!!!!)This story picks up after we were asked to "kick it" with some stoner.
We made our way to the car, in a hurry, which isn't easy to do when you are in chunky heeled sandals, which is why I stumbled. (NOT because of the beer, white russian, or other assorted drinks, but because it was rocky and I had chunky heels and I was getting into Jen's new car. - my knee still smarts.)
So, with our plans to stay at the Harbor Inn cut short, we head over to Dave's house. (Dave, by the way, makes really good drinks with chocolate and other assorted liquers- thanks Dave.) The guys were fishing out on Portage Lakes (dont' know which one - sorry) . We made our way down a steep slope to the lakefront (again, not easy to do in big chunky sandals - but I didn't fall) and wait for the boat.
We boarded the luxury cruising pontoon (equipped with several fishing thingys to hold your poles) and sat back for the ride. It was dark, very dark, and this was a lake, big lake. All that was going through my head - cheesy Up All Night movies that started exactly the same way. I kept thinking some wacky was going to rise from the still water, one had clutching a rapier ready to attack. Anyway - We cruised around an island a few times, dropped anchor, and some fished... I don't think they caught anything. It was very plesant after all, and the breeze was cool. It appeared that the only "restroom" was on the island. I have a feeling that if ladies were not present, the lake would become a giant urinal.
Anyway - the boat pulls up to the sandy shore, ducks scatter, and the dog (a big brute who ate my knitting) hops off. Rae - bless her heart, came with me in flippy heeled sandals no less. I wanted some company because no one ever gets offed by some crazy one clawed rapist when there are two together... at least not in the really cheesy movies. Using my cell phone as a phlashlight, I followed a path just out of sight of the boat. Stumbled (It was a root! - they don't mix well with chunky sandals) and about lost it there (by lost it, I mean control of my bladder - must keep up with the Kegals!) Whispy skirts look cool because they cover up big calves and thick ankles. They don't work well when you are hiking them up, squatting and pissing. I had to wear a slip with this skirt, which had two layers. Trying to pee on rocky ground is hard enough for women, but with a skirt, I forgot how bad it was. Hint: don't laugh with your friend over how silly it is. And take some toilet paper.
As soon as we boarded again, we headed off to our next location: Dave's house, about 2 minutes away. Grrr.... but man I really had to pee.
Note to self: practice peeing standing up
Later did I find out that Dave purposely went to the Island -probably to see if I'd actually use it. Hah! I've been known to do some crazy things at crazy times, but when I gotta pee - I gotta pee!
Overall, the evening was fun! I'm glad we went out - despite all of the creeps along the way (By the way - no creeps on the boat!)
2 comments:
yeah...had better work on peeing standing up. However, I, having done my Kegals (or perhaps it was just the thought of having to pee in a skirt and not wanting to get it on me), held it until we got back to Jen's.
It was a good time even though I got mad at all of you at various times. Although, I was most upset by the creepy old, bald, tan guy and them saying how I was the ONLY SINGLE ONE IN THE GROUP!!! How embarassing!!!!! Ugh. It's not MY fault Rat Bastard had to be a Rat Bastard!
PS LOVE the pic! Makes me feel like I have to pee every time I see it! :P
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