Here is a picture I took from a catamaran cruise on Lake Tahoe. We spent last Saturday through Tuesday with some friends who own a house up there just hanging out and relaxing. Beautiful scenery, great home-cooked meals and perfect weather were the highlights of the holiday weekend. We slept-in every morning, ate a huge breakfast and walked 6 shorts blocks to the lake where we’d set up base camp. Base camp had at least 6 chairs, blankets, a cooler with snacks and drinks, a raft with two oars, bocce ball, dominoes, rummy cube and more magazines than a newsstand.
At one point 4 of us were playing bones, (that’s dominoes for all you novices,) listening to NWA bobbing our white heads up and down. I told my friend that Easy E must be spinning in his grave wondering where he went wrong. Hubbie kept turning the music down while we kept turning it up. I may be wrong but I think he was a little embarrassed.
The night we took the sunset sail was the only night we went out to a restaurant for dinner. The joint was right on the water and had a cover band playing Hendrix and Zeppelin tunes amongst other 70s favorites. Their specialty drink was a rum runner, (which is the last thing I would order anywhere else, but when in Rome…) After 3 rum rummers, (yep, the typo is intentional,) I was a convert. Dinner was ok, but the entertainment was even better. No, I’m not talking about the cover band. I’m talking about the woman next to us who was so high on crystal meth she only had one shoe on and couldn’t stop dancing in her chair. I saw her attempt to take a bite of food but she just looked at her fork like Superman would kryptonite.
It was then that I realized just how many people in Tahoe had missing teeth and sloppy tattoos. I could almost go so far as to say I was the only one without a tattoo, except for my best friend who’s house we were staying in. All my friends would say when I’d make a comment about it is, “Welcome to norcal Sam.” Huh?
With this said, we all know fun comes with a price. Our flight up was at 8:20 Saturday morning. Hubbie and I had to be up at 6:00 am to get to the airport, park, get through security and for me to take my happy medicine. (Xanax =), it’s the only way to fly.) We were just about to board the plane when over the speaker comes this announcement: “Southwest regrets to inform you that flight #14 is delayed due to a dead battery. Please be patient while we fix this issue and we should be in the air in no time.”
WHAT?!?! Dead battery like when my car’s battery is dead? Did the last pilot leave the radio on? What’s the battery for? Hubbie said to calm down; he heard a Delta plane had cables and was on it’s way over to give us a jump. Hardy har har. The last word I want to hear before boarding a plane is dead! Dead anything. Deadbolt, deadbeat, dead ringer- NOTHING. I kept my cool though and 45 minutes later we boarded the plane for a fabulous long weekend.
Hope ya'll had a great one as well!
