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I managed to lock myself out of my room on Sunday night, which spawned a 10-minute adventure involving a sacrifical butterknife, a very excited japanese roomate, and a surprising lack of security on the part of my second-floor window.
Jessi called later that night and informed me that she was now leaving on Tuesday and if I was going to come out and play on the lake I would have to do it on Monday. This of course threw a wrench in the plans of making it a very large party, but at least it's a trip to the lake. May as well take it while I can. So many emails, instant messages, and phone calls later, it ended up just being me, Graham and Becky out there. Which was fine with me, heck I half-expected to be going out there alone saying "hay let's play pool whee."
The sun was setting fast but the lake was plenty warm, so we swam out to the borrowed powerboat and hooked up the innertube. Now, the thing about preparing such a boat for use is that you end up starting the engine last. Unfortunately for us this was the only part that did not in any way work. Apparantly the previous users were so incompetent they managed to drain the battery on the engine as well as the one in the charger. So when Jessi went to start the engine, we had nothing at all. And there was this tone, this steady, pure annoying tone coming from somewhere on the boat, which turned out to be the very dead battery charger. We hooked it up to what looked like the battery terminals and the beeping stopped for a few blissful minutes, but two dead batteries do not an engine start, so we had to unpack everything and swim the lifeless powerboat back to the buoy.
Of course, what could be better after a failed innertubing experiment than a long soak in the jacuzzi? Nothing I can think of, so up to the porch we went to watch the sun slip up the hills across the lake and get really, really relaxed. It was just as awesome as it sounds.
Eventually we all felt like lobster and our first wish became dinner, so we retired to the living room for pizza, brownies and Seinfeld. Eating + stand up comedy = Dr. Heimlich's dream date. I managed to space out on time and forget to take Graham to Stuart's (sorry again mate) but I think I had a decent excuse. At least I didn't start a movie or something.
Big thanks to Jessi for letting us cause her trouble the day before she ships off to NYU. Despite the disappointingly dead boat, it was a delightful evening in a beautiful place. Summer should have more such days.
Jessi called later that night and informed me that she was now leaving on Tuesday and if I was going to come out and play on the lake I would have to do it on Monday. This of course threw a wrench in the plans of making it a very large party, but at least it's a trip to the lake. May as well take it while I can. So many emails, instant messages, and phone calls later, it ended up just being me, Graham and Becky out there. Which was fine with me, heck I half-expected to be going out there alone saying "hay let's play pool whee."
The sun was setting fast but the lake was plenty warm, so we swam out to the borrowed powerboat and hooked up the innertube. Now, the thing about preparing such a boat for use is that you end up starting the engine last. Unfortunately for us this was the only part that did not in any way work. Apparantly the previous users were so incompetent they managed to drain the battery on the engine as well as the one in the charger. So when Jessi went to start the engine, we had nothing at all. And there was this tone, this steady, pure annoying tone coming from somewhere on the boat, which turned out to be the very dead battery charger. We hooked it up to what looked like the battery terminals and the beeping stopped for a few blissful minutes, but two dead batteries do not an engine start, so we had to unpack everything and swim the lifeless powerboat back to the buoy.
Of course, what could be better after a failed innertubing experiment than a long soak in the jacuzzi? Nothing I can think of, so up to the porch we went to watch the sun slip up the hills across the lake and get really, really relaxed. It was just as awesome as it sounds.
Eventually we all felt like lobster and our first wish became dinner, so we retired to the living room for pizza, brownies and Seinfeld. Eating + stand up comedy = Dr. Heimlich's dream date. I managed to space out on time and forget to take Graham to Stuart's (sorry again mate) but I think I had a decent excuse. At least I didn't start a movie or something.
Big thanks to Jessi for letting us cause her trouble the day before she ships off to NYU. Despite the disappointingly dead boat, it was a delightful evening in a beautiful place. Summer should have more such days.
