Memorial Day Weekend
Each year our group of friends heads over to Lincoln City (D Lake, in particular) for the 4th of July. However, since our friend Kyle is going to be gone during 4th of July weekend this year in order to nearly die on a fishing boat in Alaska (I've seen Deadliest Catch, so I know how it works) we decided to move the weekend up to Memorial Day. The time was spent at a house near Road's End Beach in Lincoln City.
Comments and anecdotes...
- Every trip like this requires that I purchase and read aloud various gossip magazines. My personal favorite story this year was about Suri Cruise and her toxic formula that she's drinking (mostly honey/sugar and milk -- doesn't sound TOO toxic). I think the scarier part about that story is that they are adhering to said formula simply because L. Ron Hubbard went back in time to ancient Rome and saw them using it then, and so suggests we should use it now. Never trust a time-traveler.
- Saturday night saw several hours of karaoke (until we decided to be quiet for the sake of Atticus and Beckett). Between Tricia and Brandon dueting a Carrie Underwood song and Elizabeth and myself doing the same with Air Supply it was hard to determine which pair has a better future in show-business, though.
- Actually, Atticus is probably the most likely to become a star out of all of us...
- Thanks to JP, Chris, and Joylynn for helping me make it through the pain of being in a 200+ degree sauna. I guess it was worth it?
- Grappa tastes like liquid garbage. Blech.
- I have proof that Tricia cooked me (and 15 others) two meals (I count cookies as a meal)...look ;)
(Special thanks to Elizabeth for helping her).
- I'm not sure I won a single game all weekend, but it was good to have JP join in on the fun and learn a few of our games. I think he summed it up perfectly at one point when I was probably getting a little competitive that "it's just a game."
- That over-competitiveness of mine (along with the sugar rush of too many sour candies) also led to the dissolution of the friendship between Kyle and myself for about 15 seconds. I may have been riding him kind of hard over a decision he made in a game at which point he turned and point-blank told me "sometimes you can be a real asshole." The table went quiet for about 10 seconds at which point I apologized profusely, we hugged or something, and life went on. The sad part...sometimes I am what he said...so Kyle, once more, I'm sorry :(
- Sunday we were able to go out on the beach (the weather was really nice for a May weekend in Lincoln City) and play. The boys played a rousing game of two-hand touch (tackling was outlawed when we determined we were too old and didn't want any torn ACL's or hamstrings). The playbooks were emptied as we used the Hook-and-Lateral, Statue of Liberty, a couple fake end-arounds, the Brandon Kahler Special (aka center sneak), and the Madden favorite, All-Streaks.
- While all this was going on, the girls were able to go look at the tidepools and do stuff (I only have the pictures from Tricia to prove this happened...).
- Improving over last years big get-together, we only broke 2 cups and a futon this year (a TV came out of the wall, but wasn't broken). It was also nice having all the appliances function fully (although the cable WAS out, so no TV...a blessing in disguise?).
- The festivities ended with Smores, which are always great (but even better when you have enough graham crackers). We were all able to recount our favorite Kyle stories (which mostly seemed to involve police) before he becomes part of the Hollywood machine and forgets that we ever existed.
I'm sure I'm missing plenty of things since this is only the stuff I noticed and remembered. Feel free to leave other things you enjoyed in the comments (and send the links for your pictures).
Links to pictures:
Tricia took these
Heather took these
