Friday night we invited the cream of the township society over to the cabin for some fun. We took the pontoon out to the middle of the lake, dropped anchor, and went swimming. Well, swimming is perhaps misleading. Our neighbor, Tiffany, introduced us to the new sport of beer bobbing. Take a life jacket, flip it upside down, stick your legs through the arm holes, pull it up as far as you can, fasten a buckle or two, and you’ve got a flotation device that allows you to sit up comfortably in the water so you can hold your beer with ease.
Picture wearing a thick, foam Depends with a little back support and you’ve got the idea.
Getting the life jacket on was not as easy as it sounds, especially if you’re already in the water and waves are lapping at your neck. That beer tastes especially good after you’ve been struggling for fifteen minutes trying to keep your head above water while at the same time trying to submerge a life jacket that doesn’t want to cooperate.
But it’s all worth the effort. Floating in the middle of a lake on a warm summer evening with a cold beer and your friends making you laugh to the point of tears…could it get better? Why, yes it could. Leave the men up on deck to catch the empties and toss fresh cold ones down.
The men did eventually join us. They had to; they couldn’t hold it until we got back to the cabin. (We made them swim a respectable distance away from the boat.) Once in the water, they put their life jackets on upside down and joined us for a beer.
We were singing, laughing, yelling, and drinking with gusto. No wonder the other boats gave us a wide berth. I’m sure the other cabin owners were out with binoculars and have already started to trace the boat’s registration number. I expect a letter from the lake association next week.
We eventually made it back to the cabin for a late dinner. And here, dear readers, is where you are missing out because my computer is busted and I can no longer upload photos. After dinner, Tiffany and Andy gave us a housewarming gift. And by Jove if it isn’t the gaudiest piece of crap I have ever seen. Seashells and a pink flamingo all combined into one hideous knick-knack. Words cannot do it justice. It went up on the mantle. And it shall stay there forever.
Or until neighbor Kirk gets married.
Posted by Cathy at July 9, 2006 11:24 AMI can't wait for the 2nd annual Beerlympics. The relay and 100 yard refill events were my favorite!
Posted by: Beer Bobbing Neighbor at July 10, 2006 02:04 PM