Crampin' and Floatin'

We took off Friday and drove down to Lesterville, MO to go floating on the black river. Much to our dismay that idea was shared by dozens of the most annoying frat boys I've ever encountered. When booking your campsite and the proprietors inquire if you would like a family campground or a noisy campground you should respond with "family." We got about 4 hours asleep that weekend, but still managed to have a lot of fun. Not nearly as much fun as all the douchebags, but we enjoyed ourselves irreguardlessly. We had about a dozen people in our group and about 200 jello shots. Those helped.
Jess was kind enough to tote our kayaks on his trailer so we didn't worry about them flying off the highway. Saturday morning... or more like noon on Saturday we managed to get on the river. It was a bit low so you had to drag your boat in some parts, but others we deep and full of fish that you could see through the crystal clear water. Kelly and I never tumped over, but I think everyone in canoes did at least once. There were lots of downed trees which made for some interesting turns. I wish I had more pictures of the river, but I didn't dare bring my camera in the boat.
Sunday was more relaxed until we drove home. After only 2 miles past a wrong turn we found a car that had just wrecked. There was some teenage girl inside just freakin out. We pulled over and got her out of the car since it smelled like gas. I ran down the road to slow the traffic because people were taking the turns at about 65. This was somewhere on Route-J which is a 2 lane highway through some mountains so it twists around a lot. She lost control at the top of a hill and swerved all around, drove up an embankment, flipped over at least once before the car dropped by a tree. She was damn lucky to have stopped where she did because anywhere else she would have fallen down about 100 feet and we never would have seen her. I hope she's ok. Kelly said she could see her skull.
ANYWAYS! Fun weekend for all. Last night we went to a party and saw some kids dismember a piñat. That's always fun. I'm sure more happened this weekend, but I can't remember and I'd rather leave work now.

Greggy-poots!

Greg came to town Thursday night and we had a great time. The heat and humidity of the weekend tried to sap our energies, but we persevered. Greg didn't come into town until late so Kelly and I went to the Twilight Festival by ourselves. There was a concert at Flat Branch park with some guy who sounded like Willie Nelson. We saw some kids dressed up as mimes so we got scared and wandered around downtown. There were some more bands playing around and freaks throwing fire around.

On Friday we made pancakes and biked around Rocheport. Apparently Lewis and Clark explored the area exactly 240 years ago. I thought there would be more people around celebrating like crazy, but it was just we 3. That afternoon we went to Jess's 30th birthday party. We got him a first aid kit because he's always stabbing himself with something. After that we played around downtown since it was such a nice night.
On Saturday we went to the Art in the Park thing, but it was like 120 degrees and 120% humidity. Nobody really had the power to walk around and look at art. We rather felt like dying. After a brief nap and movie at home we mustered the energy to go to the symphony. They played what sounded like John Williams at first then after the intermission they rocked out Beethoven's 9th. I was awesome, but hard to enjoy as you can see from the pictures we were seated behind a 300 pound 4 year old. She could not sit still for 3 seconds. Every once in a while she thought the conductor needed help so she would wave her ham-hands around until her wrist got tired. It was very difficult to not pop her on the head with my program. But we restrained and it was a good show. After that we shot some pool and watched Spiderman.
Greg had to leave Sunday morning. He was going to go kayaking with us, but his innate fear of getting slightly wet prevented him from doing so. Kelly and I strapped the kayaks to the roof and hit Finger Lakes. It was beautiful out there and the perfect temperature to stick your feet into the water. In one of the pictures you can almost see the deer that was resting on the bank. We got pretty close before she darted off into the forest. I'll find her one day. And I'll eat her.
The end.