So that girl I'm seeing, I guess you could say things are getting serious. I mean, she's a nice piece of ass and she's convenient, so I'm finding it slightly harder to cut her out of my life. Anyway, we took a little trip to my grandfather's cabin for a few days, then we stopped by my dad's and hopped in his boat along with my buddy and his girlfriend. It was a sweet trip.
Taught her how to handle a gun. I let her fire my mare's leg, a 5lbs. black powder hand cannon. Shoots a gout of flame and leaves you choking on gunsmoke every time you pull the trigger. That was going great until she packed a ball in one of the chambers but forgot the powder...
We did a lot of hiking, too. Puttered around through the woods on my ATV. That ol' girl's as old as I am and she just won't quit. After that I hopped on my grandfather's motorcycle and took a little unlicensed ride through the country. Don't worry, I left the girlfriend behind. I'm not going to get us both killed. That was probably the highlight of the whole trip. Now I'm much more serious about getting my own bike.
After that we drove to the Chesapeake and spent several hours on the water. Like I said, my bud came along with his girl. I got to tell you, nothing beats tooling around on a boat with two chicks spread out on the deck before you in their bathing suits. My friend and I must have applied five coats of sun tan lotion to those poor gal's. In between the SPF lathering I kept referring to them as our booty and myself as the salty seaman. And let me tell you, I couldn't wait to plunder that booty. Oi.
Oh, and I nearly ran us aground. Luckily the sonar sounds an alarm when it detects shallow water. I had a box of Cheeze-zits in hand when the siren blatted. Chucked the whole damn box in the air and slammed the boat in reverse. Crackers rained down as waves slammed into the boat and we spun like a top. Scared the crap out of everyone.
To top off the afternoon, I brought us in to our pier and jumped across to tie us off. The boat started drifting away so I leaned over and grabbed hold of it... then lost my balance. Next thing I knew my feet were on the dock, my hands were gripping the boat and my body was horizontal over the water. I let out a girlie little scream as my toes slipped free and then I splashed into the water.
Everyone had a good ol' laugh at that. I climbed onto the dock and then my friend tried to jump across. He lost his balance and fell backwards, clonking his fat noggin on the side of the boat and slipping into the water. Hah. After that we hauled the boat onto the trailer and pulled it onto land so the girls could climb down. Not so much for the sake of chivalry, mind you, but more to avoid the humiliation of watching those two chicks hop gracefully onto the dock when we'd flopped around like a couple of idjits. I blame the booze.
To conclude a great little vacation my girl and I stopped at Six Flags earlier today. The skies were a bit ominous and the park was practically deserted. Not a drop of rain fell, though, and we got to ride whatever we wanted without waiting in line. During one coaster I began screaming "Lawdy, lawdy! Jesus Christ save meh! I done soiled my britches!". Sometimes I amuse the hell out of myself.
All in all I got to say she ain't half bad. I'm used to chick's bitching left and right. It's too hot. There are too many gnats. What do you mean there are no restaurants for seventy miles? Blah, blah, blah. She was a real trooper, though. We had a lot of fun and she never complained once. Not even when I made an ass out of myself. Also when we weren't too exhausted--which was admittedly most of the nights we were together--we had crazy good sex, so there's that too...