Thought for Food

July 28, 2010

Highlight of the weekend was definitely tubing. Lounging for three hours where the cool water meets the hot sun? Yes please. (Even if the Root River is disconcertingly brown and passes through umpteen corn and soybean fields and so is probably 28% insecticide/fertilizer runoff. What’s a little infertility with your Sunday recreation? Life is for living on the edge.)

That said, I didn’t expect it to be so treacherous (ok, a teensy bit treacherous). Riding down the “rapids” (or better said, the “slightly fasters”), I ran into a capsized convoy of tubes and capsized myself. Bye-bye sunglasses, bye-bye flip-flop! And ouch, rock, ouch-ouch rock rock!

In calmer water, we tried to capture my things. Found the missing flip-flop but not the glasses. However we did find lots of cold cans of Bud Light from the capsized convoy.

“Who cares about Marc by Marc Jacobs sunglasses?” I cried, “Free beer!”

I cracked one open and took a glug (whilst mugging for Gena’s waterproof camera, naturally). Promptly spit it right back out. As disgusting as I remember (I think the last one I had was in a dorm room) but hilariously foamy. Which is all to say, picture #7? Not what it appears. That kind of thing can ruin a girl’s reputation. I would NEVER drink Bud Light. ;)

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