My friends have been going to Gull Lake for years. This is the first summer in my adult life that I've been able to leave town on the weekends. I rarely leave town. I hate being in the car for more than 3 consecutive miles. I go car crazy. I'll fade out, then shake myself into consciousness after an indiscernible chunk of time has passed, and wonder aloud: "Wait. If I'm painting my toenails, who's driving this thing?"
I got there late Friday night. I was within a 3-mile radius of the cabin for about an hour, according to my iPhone's GPS. Unfortunately, the navigation system assumes that you can read street signs. By the time I got there, the group was a little lit and taking turns dancing to the Ace of Base song "I Saw the Sign."
Fannie dances with e-RJ
Princess Linda and her husband Z.
Of course, with all this dancing, something glass was bound to break. Here Fannie cleans up the mess. In the almost-year that I lived with Fannie, I learned that she is a person who cleans while she's drinking and the second she wakes up from drinking.
Fannie probably brought that vacuum cleaner along for the weekend.
We spent all day Saturday on a pontoon or at various bars with dock parking. I'm not much of a day drinker. It worries me. Nothing good can come from starting the day with a Bloody Mary. Eventually I gave in, and cracked a beer. From there it was like this: Build buzz. Crap, I'm hammered and it's only 2 p.m. Drink water. Get tired. More water. Still tired. Drink beer. Crap I'm hammered again. Drink water for the rest of the day.
"Do you want a Bloody Mary?" Fannie asks. I looked at the clock. It was 11 a.m.
The Princess and the Z.
Polish and his wife Fry-baby.
Finally I get to try Jonna from the Real World's hair du away from the judgment of shoppers at Miller Hill Mall.
Peace be with you, three.
Polish looks suspiciously like GB Leighton when he takes his hat off. We thought maybe we'd get free stuff because of that. No dice.
Body of Christa.