As you take a gander through the selected pictures (just in case you didnt want to look at the 199 I posted on facebook)...please realize a few things. #1. Contrary to what you may witness. I am a lady. #2. I made the yummiest jello shots with absolute mandarin vodka. We were going to stop at every sandbar and do a shot...but...um...we made it 2 sandbars in (about 10 minutes), and we had polished them off. #3 We took approximately 75 beers with us. Their were 7 of us drinking said beers. We ran out.
And as for my neck. Funny...I didnt feel a thing whilst tubing. Come Sunday morning...that was a different story.
Me and my Nathan. I love his Sunday bonnet. He is my Bear Cub.
This is Maddie (aka Tits). She is Peter's wife and possibly my new bestie. She was teaching me how to shotgun a beer. At first I thought this meant someone was going to put it in their mouth and spit it in mine...and THAT did not sound like fun. But for those of you who are also unawares, you poke a hole in the can, put your mouth over it, and then open the can and chug. Even preband I couldnt chug. Didnt stop me from trying. Here I am just licking the can. I am a good licker.
Um...you arent supposed to pour it all over you. Even pouring it out like that, Maddi beat me. I promise her beer was gone in under 15 seconds. It was amazing.
Here is Peter. We were trying to do that famous buttshot from Sports Illustrated. It didnt work out. And I dont know why someone let me take 8000 pictures with a crushed beer can in my hand.
I have no recollection of the picture below. However, according to the timeline I must have been thirsty.
And Peter helped.
Some of are crew.
Please note that everyone else is holding beers. I am holding food. Go figure.
Maddi and Peter. Both high maintenance but tons of fun. They work out with us. Peter is actually training for an ironman. We decided somewhere on the river that he will be one of our sperm donors. I will be the recipient. Maddi is fine with that, as long as they have theirs first. Heather will get Nathan's (bear cub) donation, bc they are both so gay that their gayness will cancel each other out. Their words. not mine.
me and my lady...waiting for the bus to pick us up before the fun began.
I figure at least once a summer there needs to be one of these pictures.
And that's it! Somewhere down the river the Patron came back up. I had marched off into the bushes to take care of business....and Peter marched right behind me and said "oooh...that's gross." To which I replied "YOU FOLLOWED ME BACK HERE".
There would be pictures of me rope swinging, but at some point the ziploc baggie I had put my camera in got a little bit of water in it...and this would be the last picture my camera would ever take.