Portent of things to come?
Trip Start Jul 24, 2006
11Trip End Aug 07, 2006
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Craig's new boat, "Severance" lost her nautical cherry in a wild and orgy of rolling waves, new IPod tunes and yellow perch. There was many more waves and IPod tunes than there were perch unfortunately, but a good time was had by all. I know the perch had a good laugh. Alright it is something of a stretch to say Mike was thrilled with his initial angling experience. After putting up with the gargantuan struggle of boating a few "fighting perch" Mike put his line in the water, had a sandwich and took a nap. Naturally, when he awoke, there was a perch on his line that had wolfed the hook down before he could stifle a yawn. He is obviously used to much more exhilerating naval experiences. The "guys" enjoyed a great afternoon of camraderie, a couple of brews, uninhibited scratching and minnow scales everywhere. It's Monday and I am still finding those damn shiner scales in unbelievable locations on my body. We spent about four hours on the fickle waters of Lake Erie and what we lacked in angling entertainment we more than made up for in Mike's futile attempt to flush the boat's head, me jabbing myself many times more with a hook than I did any fish, and Craig's unique boat docking techniques.
I don't wish to demean Craig's boatsmanship but, as we proceeded up the Vermilion River headed for the Bennett dock, other boater's in the marina could be seen on shore scrambling to get a better view. After we finally got the boat docked Craig went to the back end of the boat, I think its called the stern, and seemed to be examining the rear hull very closely and feeling around as if searching for something. Finally, I asked him what the hell he was doing, and he told someone on shore had laughed and hollered "Would you look at the three assholes on that boat" and he was just trying to find them.
The ladies, from what I understand, after they had mostly invoked the Fifth Amendment, said "We had a good time". However, details were pretty hard to come by. Other than finding out they burglarized 30 South Congress while they were there, and that Mary Zoo likes to get up with at the "crack of noon" little more info was forthcoming. I do know that the weekend in Athens hadn't improved their senses of geography, as Sandy and Rose and their "friend" Greg came home via the most direct route they knew. That is they went by way of Burr Oak, then Nelsonville and back up through Columbus and they finally called us from somewhere around Findlay to say they would be home soon.
One other incident of note this past week occurred when I finally signed up for the SCUBA class. I went to a place called "Just Add Water" (get it?) and some guy about 22 years old, signed me up for the class, took my check, and proceeded to try and sell me every piece of diving equipment known to man, as well as part ownership in the Calypso. That seemed a bit much for someone having such a low key interest in diving as myself and I politely declined all those temptations. However, he was able to sell me a double indemnity policy should I expire with an industrial strength case of the bends. Diving anyone?
Tahiti or bust.