A tiring, perfect day

(Please take notice of the boys face, obviousely disgusted by us)

Yesterday was perfect. 

      The only thing I love more than wakeboarding and boating is a surprise invitation to go boating. Some guys invited us about an hour before they were leaving; spontaneity makes everything more exciting. It was a perfect day at the lake, eventhough the lake was so full that our beach consisted of a hill of weeds. And, no boating day would be right without pain. We had blood, a bruised jaw, and a sore leg.

     Then came 80's night. I personally wasn't born in the 80's so my outfit choices always consist of my warped views from TV shows like "13 going on 30" and "16 candles". At lease I sure hope people in the eighties did not walk around in gross neon tank tees and fanny packs with huge curly hair. If they did, I would have loved/fit into the eighties. Eighties night consists of college students, (and the select few adults who had their best times in the 80's) who come dressed up, (or down) to dance. Everyone then dances to the best music the eighties had to offer, especially "girls just want to have fun."

    By the way, the best dance moves come from those adults that come to dance with the college kids. I hope one day me and my husband will be brave enough to do this.