Girls Day Out

I had some fabulous girl time this weekend. Saturday afternoon I attended a bachelorette lingerie party. Wahoooo! For the event,the girls rented a pontoon boat at the marina and had the party on the lake. With the wind in our hair and time on our side, we lounged, we talked, we partied. Such fun!

Seven of us attended, and none of us really wanted to claim the title of Skipper, so people took turns driving the boat. We finally decided to coast for awhile and so we turned off the engine and broke out the food and drinks. After feasting, the bride to be (wearing her Bachelorette hat and banner) opened her gifts. Little did she know that all the remarks regarding her gifts were being written down. After she finished, one of the girls read the quotes, saying that this was what she will be saying on her wedding night. Oh, it was too funny. For my readership's sake, I won't repeat them. (smirk)

We floated for about an hour and then decided to head off for a different area of the lake. Turn key, crrrrrrrnk. Turn key, crrrrrrrrnk. Nothing. The engine simply would not turn over. Try, try again. Laughter ensues. Now, we are 7 women on a party boat. When we left the marina, the "Skipper" wasn't giving the boat enough gas and we stalled about 4 feet from the dock. We saw the smirks on the fishermen's faces. Now here we are in the middle of the lake with an engine that wouldn't start. We had one paddle. And a cell phone.

So, one of the girls calls the marina. They make sure that we're doing everything right. Still nothing. So, they said they would send somebody out. "Where are y'all exactly?" they say. Response: "my back is to the dam". This is what they're contending with. Ha ha ha. We give them slightly better directions and they tell us that help is on the way.

45 min. later.

One of the girls has been waving her colorful sarong at fellow boaters, thinking they are the rescue team. It's clearly an older couple, and the woman is wearing a straw hat. Not exactly your typical rescue team. Man and son on Jet-ski. Wave of sarong. Fishermen. Wave of sarong. So, we call the marina again. We find out that the rescue team has been called to the dock because of a snake bite. Clearly this out-ranks 7 damsels in distress. They tell us to look for a boat with a blue flashing light. The sarong makes it's appearance once again.

Since the boat has been sitting for 45 min., the young twenty-something male on the other end of the line attempts to diagnose the engine trouble from afar. Crrrrrrnnnnnk again. Then the fun really begins. He instructs the Desperate Housewife on the other end of the phone to have one of the girls squeeze the gas pump. "I tried to squeeze it but it was hard!" "You squeeze it, you have more experience!" "Why does it get keep getting harder to pump?" It actually was all innocent conversation, until the Desperate Housewife began saying that she could hear laughter on the other end in the phone. The young twenty-something had "accidentally" hit the intercom switch and everyone in the marina was laughing at the conversation. It went on and on, but hey, it was a Bachelorette party, after all.

45 min. later.

We see a blue light. They clearly see us. The sarong is still waving. It's the sheriff's office, and they are greeted with a "can we take your picture?". All they give us is a puzzled/are you joking look. Suddenly the 7 of us are joined with two armed men. Party is over. Well, not really, they were really nice, and thankfully they couldn't get it started for awhile either. Finally, it starts. Then it dies. Then it starts again. Then it dies. Finally, we're up and running and begin to head back to shore.

After unloading all our gear and once again hear how the young twenty-something literally had tears in his eyes from the prior conversation, we headed home to get cleaned up. Later on in the evening, we headed to Johnny Carino's to continue the feasting. It was a fabulous day.