Good times, good times

This weekend was the most fun!

The work week came to an anticlimactic end but Friday night made up for it. Lisa and I met up with Mary Anna, Rhonda, and Mandy at our local Logan's Roadhouse for some hot eats and cool treats. Lisa caught us up on her possible new job while M.A. and I shared meaningful conversation about life's most important accessories and our waiter serenaded us with "Friends are Friends Forever." Our long-lost Arkansan, Jamey, and his company of buddies arrived...and not a minute too soon. We ladies were in real need of sustinence. The next Hour was certainly Happy as we enjoyed some of the Roadhouse's finest beverages, food, and beverages. After taking some pix with our Male Model waiter and, per usual, proving our ability to be "that" table no matter where we go, our dinner reached its denouement. But our evening was just beginning...

The whole gang of us -- ten in all -- made a quick stop at the Publix for afterdinner refreshments before heading on to the Sorority House (aka mine and Lisa's apartment). I don't recall exactly where that nickname originated, but I have a feeling that the college co-ed antics of the night have solidified that moniker for awhile. We tried playing Imaginiff but quickly devolved towards Circle of Death. There were no survivors with the most wounded of players being yours truly. Oops! Everyone seemed to have a great time, and it's nice to know that even if you aren't still in college you can certainly act like it. Here's to being young and fabulous!

Saturday morning was not necessarily a welcome sight after our late, late Friday night, but nevertheless Lisa, me, and our three overnight guests awoke and did our best impression of "chipper" and "alert." Lisa was a wonderful hostess and made up a batch of her semi-famous pancakes; everyone was very impressed. She and I hustled about to ready ourselves for our next big adventure -- canoeing down the Red River.

We met up with the other 50 or so Single Focus canoers and were on our way. Our car -- Amy, Rhonda, Emily, Lisa, and me -- jammed out to Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Pure Prairie League, and Alabama. Paddle partners were chosen, life jackets were distributed, and boats were loaded up. Lisa, the more senior canoer, took the back seat while I, the novice, plopped down in the front of the canoe. It took the better part of two hours but she and I finally got a rhythm going and were quite successful at navigating the shallow waterway. About two-thirds of the way down the river we came upon several of our friends who were stopped to play in the water. Eventually, the whole lot of twenty-something single peeps paused to float themselves instead of their boats. Good times were had by all, and it was a much needed break for our arms, backs, and butts!

Our three-plus hours of exertion had left us in serious need of showers and calorie replenishment. We did our best to freshen up at our site's less-than-sanitary public facilities, but I'm afraid no amount of reapplying half-melted deoderant or makeup could help our wilted appearance. But we were all in the same boat, so no worries there. Our trusty trip coordinator Chris had arranged for a fabulous dinner of Whitt's bar-b-que and watermelon at his parents' home. We all dove into the fruit, disregarding social decorum by spitting seeds onto the grass and letting the sweet pink watermelon juice drip down our already dirty chins. It was a hilarious sight!

The food was delicious, but the absence of dessert was conspicuous. Emily, Amy, and I were discussing the need for something sweet, specifically peach cobbler, when the sweet tea we were drinking kicked in. The more sweet tea we drank the more intense our frustration and anger over the lack of dessert became. And the more we drank, the funnier we got (at least in our own minds). As Lisa and I chatted through hand motions across the haystack circle, Emily quipped, "Did you just sign where the &#*! is the peach cobbler?!" And that's pretty much where our little group lost it. We laughed and laughed, prompting others to ask what was so funny. I don't think they really got it...

Spurred on by our need for a treat, the five of us left the party and dropped in on Sonic, America's Drive-in. I enjoyed the fantastically minute Chocolate-Carmel Banana Split. Oh, so good!! Our appetites were satisfied but we were growing more tired with each passing moment. Amy dropped us all off at BBC, and we each went our respective ways. It was a wonderful, great, and fun-filled day, and I learned that I can in fact enjoy physical activity in the woods. Who knew?!

So that's the weekend in review. (Nothing thought-provoking, I realize, but until I get the hang of this blogger thing that's what you get.) Every weekend is good, but this one was great! I'm rejuvenated for the work week ahead.

Side note: Big shout out to Mary Anna "Queen MAB" Brown for her public announcement of my blogger beginnings.