Lake Panorama Shenanigans

1. We shouldn't bring the Simpson College Yearbooks and play the game, "Who Would You Get With". Lesson finally learned, I think.
2. We make entirely too much food. This year we even scaled back, after cooking enough barbecue last year to nourish a small, impoverished nation. Still, on Friday night: 48 egg rolls for 6 people. You do the math. (Pass the salt & pepper, Yosh)
Regardless, the cuisine portion of the lake weekend is always my favorite. I think it's because I love to cook, and I love to cook for a crowd even more (Thanks, Ida!). Granted, it's not the most inexpensive idea in the world, but it's always satisfying for me to do that, maybe even to a fault. I've been known to go into someone's kitchen, either for a holiday or a dinner party, and just sort of dive in, sometimes without really being asked to. I try to catch myself before I get told to leave. This particular weekend, such a bad habit was welcomed, and we all pitched in and contributed to the cause.
I must admit that I did make more snide comments about the "water quality" of the lake than I should have, both leading up to the weekend, and while we were there. I suppose it's partially because we were still fresh off the Canada trip, enjoying glacier-blue water in the Canadian Rockies. For lakes in the Midwest, you get what you get. The lake had received 6" of rain the weekend prior, so I was a bit of a skeptic going in, with comments such as, "I love the smell of dysentery in the morning." Hey, I call it like I see it. But once we got out on the lake on Saturday morning, I finally warmed up to the idea of tubing and floating, which were the main objectives of the day.

We broke in "Super Mable" out on the lake, with most of us getting tossed at various speeds. Once you're on a tube like that, and you're at the mercy of the boat driver, I think you lose the ability to think before speaking, and whatever comes out of your mouth is sort of a stream-of-consciousness reaction to the conditions. Some pretty funny things get said when you're bouncing around on a choppy lake at 30 mph. I guess I had a few of those moments while on Mable, particularly when Mickey was the boat driver. I think we went right through Ridiculous Speed and straight to Ludicrous Speed. The boat passengers thought I looked like I was crying. Actually, that was the G-forces contorting my face, since we had gone plaid.
I must admit that I did make more snide comments about the "water quality" of the lake than I should have, both leading up to the weekend, and while we were there. I suppose it's partially because we were still fresh off the Canada trip, enjoying glacier-blue water in the Canadian Rockies. For lakes in the Midwest, you get what you get. The lake had received 6" of rain the weekend prior, so I was a bit of a skeptic going in, with comments such as, "I love the smell of dysentery in the morning." Hey, I call it like I see it. But once we got out on the lake on Saturday morning, I finally warmed up to the idea of tubing and floating, which were the main objectives of the day.

We broke in "Super Mable" out on the lake, with most of us getting tossed at various speeds. Once you're on a tube like that, and you're at the mercy of the boat driver, I think you lose the ability to think before speaking, and whatever comes out of your mouth is sort of a stream-of-consciousness reaction to the conditions. Some pretty funny things get said when you're bouncing around on a choppy lake at 30 mph. I guess I had a few of those moments while on Mable, particularly when Mickey was the boat driver. I think we went right through Ridiculous Speed and straight to Ludicrous Speed. The boat passengers thought I looked like I was crying. Actually, that was the G-forces contorting my face, since we had gone plaid.

Pork shoulder, baby backs, BBQ Beans, and Thad's famous cold cheesy potatoes (not bad this year, Bargie. Good job outta you!!!) rounded out a fine Saturday feast, which ended early after an appropriate viewing of the cinematic classic "Beerfest". (Who's Barry Badrinath?) After Dixon's famous Biscuits & Gravy and a boat ride around the lake Sunday morning, we reluctantly packed up and left. As always, good times were had at Lake Panorama. Huge props to Tammy for running a 1/3 marathon Saturday morning, and partying like a rock star (yes, that song is on Yosi's iPod) the rest of the day. Most impressive! We'll do it all over again next year, which seems waaaay too far away right now. Here's some of the highlights...

Yeah, bad idea. because this......

Leads to this.

The Grand Game makes an appearance. It's better to put the yearbooks away at this point in the evening.

The girls go for a spin on Super Mable, although Derby was far too easy on them.

Hi, Bargie.

And finally, it was discovered that a couple people in attendance had not yet brought a certain joy in their lives that only comes from watching the movie, "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy". While I will not spoil it for said individuals, I would highly recommend that they go see it. But for now, all they really need to glean from the movie is the following....

Comments
We'll definitely do it again next year!! (WITHOUT YEARBOOKS!)
Flaherty
Daily I check in to see if there have been any additions.
This one as the best!!
And I still get out the yearbooks every now and then and play the same game, but unfortunately, by myself up here in the Great White North.
You missed in your career as a writer, but I'm glad, because now I get a chance to see it whenever I want without having to buy your book!
Lots of love, bud!
El Dante/Doc
Hey, I don't know if you've heard, but Brett Favre is in camp today. Watch the news tonight up there. I bet they might have a little snipit on it.
1) I got one yearbook and OB spilled somehting red on it one New Year's at my folk's, maybe cherry vodka
2) loks like a great time
and
C) you would really impress me if you played "who would you make it with" if you still had all your 'meat' books.
Have a drink with an umbrella in it for me at the Marriott pool bar, Carlo. I'm with you in spirit.
But those were very deceptive as they even made me look like a catch!
I considered them a "reference" book for "introducing" oneself to the newly arrived female youth striving for educational excellence who were in need of a caring guide for their voyage into adulthood. Ah yes, me.
Clothing was always optional.
Morals as well.
What can I say, I'm a giver.
Dante/Doc
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