I guarantee you won't die twice.

This weekend Krysta and I ventured to Red Rock Lake to go boating with Joe. Also attending our adventure were Joe’s brother, dad, and dad’s girlfriend. Though they took a minute or two to get used to they were always a fun time despite the fact that I had to see the girlfriend’s boobies and Nate’s bum.

After finding that our tent was possibly the most poorly designed thing I've ever seen and then attempting and barely suceeding in setting it up we all went out to the lake. Krysta and I attempted to water ski, but before doing so we asked, “We won’t die, right?” Not being able to promise that Joe’s dad told us, “Well, I guarantee you won’t die twice.” In case you were wondering…water skiing kicked both of our asses.

We did a little chillaxin’ on the lake, and did some 180s in Nate’s jet boat. Later in the day we went to the shoddy tent and ate “burnt on one side polish sausages” and obnoxious amounts of corn (cooked in the husk.)

Festivities were had later that night. DJ convinced Krysta to do situps and pushups with him. I drank out of a flask. Krysta dove behind Nate’s tent to avoid the sheriff. Joe swore the table was blowing away. I had to hold Brian’s hand in order to get him back to the campsite. A man also knocked on our tent and exclaimed, “Could you guys keep it down? My nephew is out here running around.” No one was entirely sure what that means, though we obliged.

In the morning, at the oh so early hour of 8:30am we stumble out of the (rediculously designed) tent to find that the sheriff had been lurking around during the night scowering the campgrounds for a man harassing campsites. We belive the man with the supposed nephew may have been the perpetrator.

The next morning we went back out to the lake for a bit of boating and chillaxin’ before we headed home. The night consisted of Taco Johns, a Casey’s Pizza party, and Queer as Folk. We’re so exciting!

By the way, we have a new friend requirement: Must have boat.

-Ashley