Sun and Surf

Wait...






It's coming...





What was I going to say?

Well, Friday I went to the park and witnessed again. It just wasn't as jazzy as last time.
And then Saturday I went over to a friend's chalet.

Yes, my friend (if you are my friend), that was sum fun.
The car ride was quite exhilarating, singing into the wind can do wonders on your throat.

(Just imagine:

Me: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE, have SEEEEN ENOOOOOOOUGH, to know there's NOTHING Theeeeeeere...!!!

Father: *sings along*

Me: *scratches ear and tries to hit a high note*

Father: *questionable glance*

Me: *swallows a bug and dies*)

My hand also went air surfing and caught a few whizzing and stinging objects.

I just hope it wasn't a bee.

Turns out that my hand wasn't the only thing that went surfing.

At the chalet, after huffing and puffing and dragging my stuff out of the car (I like to travel LIGHT, you know) we decided to go fishing. But since it seemed like it was National Dead Animal day, we found our stash of worms was reduced to a smelly heap.

I felt like a woman with nausea.

But the bright side was that we could still go for a pedalo ride. Out on the lake, with all the party happy boaters, we caught some pretty swell waves. We like to call it "surfing".

And we almost sank.

And the frantic look on my face.

Where's my camera?

Bedtime was forgotten.
I felt like the proverbial child who is afraid of the Monster under his bed. Every now and then the sky would light up green, and drunk people would yell drunken things.

Loud music is good. GOOD loud music is even better.

They didn't seem to know the difference.
But I finally found peace in the midst of the storm.

Under my heavy blanket on a hot summer night.

Next mornin' was a time of more fun in the sun. Sun being abundant, fun a little more evasive.
But we caught him.

By "surfing" again.

And filling our water guns with lake water full of the skeletal remains of baby fish.

I stunk.

And got soaked.

Where's my camera?