Oh, I'm so sore right now. But it was all worth it. Let me recap my last two days. Be prepared for a long blog.
Thursday, June 28:
I had golf on Thursday, and on Tuesday I'd gotten new clubs from one of my father's colleagues. My tee-off time is at 11:28 AM. However, wewere able to tee-off at 11:21, because the group ahead of us didn't show up for their round. I had to be ready to go at 10:40, so I got up around 9:50ish, had breakfast and got my clubs together, and hopped in the carpool and went off.
I carded a 46, which is very unusual for me. It's about 8 strokes below my usual score. This is just a junior league, so we all have ridiculous handicaps. :P The course is nine holes, but the par isn't 36, like in the big leagues. It's a par-28. The longest hole is the first one, 200 yards. One shot stood out to me, it was the farthest I've ever hit it on that course. The weird thing is that i used a 3-iron instead of one of my woods. It was the third hole, and it's about 125 yards. So not expecting anything near the hole (because I still stink :P) the thing that really surprised me is that I overshot it by about 70 yards. Not only did I sail right past the hole, I nearly ended up on the first fairway past the FOURTH hole which is right next to hole three. Weird, eh?
So my friend Nick carded a 43, dropping 11 strokes off his score from last week, like I said, I finished with a 46, 9 strokesbetter than last week, and then our buddy David shot a 54, which was only one better than last week and about 6 or 7 strokes over his usual score.
Nick and I waited for my little squirt of a brother and his little bro to finish (they tee off a half-hour later than we do) and then when they finally did finish, we hopped in the car and headed home to drop off our clubs and grab our bags for the overnighter.
The lake is a two hour trip from here, just a little south and then almost directly east of here. We stopped and grabbed McDonald's (I had lunch at golf, so I just had a M&M McFlurry) and the four little boys rode together and Nick and I rode together with my mother. The trip was actually about 2 hours and 30 minutes, only because the Tri-State was jammed upand twenty minutes from the lake there was a really bad accident, backing up traffic for miles.
So, as a result, we got there around 6 eastern instead of the 5:30 or 5:15 we were shooting for. Why? Because we can't go super-fast on the boat past 7 PM (eastern).
Nick and I, realizing this, immediately jumped out of the car, called first dibs on the bathroom, and changed into our swimsuits. Then, we uncovered the boat, and hooked it up to the car, and put it to the gate and drove it to the dock by the house. As soon as we got back, we grabbed the axe and found a toppled tree and began chopping logs for the nextcouple ofhours to help build the fire that burned until the following morning. We then had dinner and then chopped MORE wood.
It was getting to be near-dusk when Nick and I decided to take the rowboat and row all the way around the lake to the water trampoline and jump around a little. It was past 11 PM when we got back, but we could still see anyway.
About an hour later, it is now about 12:30 AM, we changed into long pants and long sleeves and decided to go on a swamp walk. It was almost 2 AM Eastern when we got back to the house. Promptly, we checked the White Sox score (they won their fourth in a row 5-1 over the Devil Rays if you care), and went to bed. The younger boys who also went on the swamp walk, had this hair-brained idea to stay up all night. Bad idea. They had no idea how active we were planning Friday to be.
Friday morning, Nick and I somehow managed to get up within two minutes of each other. And not just keeping one eye open to see when the other was awake -- I got up at 9:19 AM, and he got up at 9:21. Freaky. We picked up where we left off last night, we changed into our swimsuit and had breakfast, and then blew up the rafts that we were to go tubing on that morning and afternoon.
Ten AM. We're waiting for the lake to open up to higher speeds (it starts at 11) so we decide to take out the gun and take a soda bottle and shoot some bullets through it. We pass an entire hour just doing this.
At precisely 11 AM, we pull out of the dock, and then begin tubing. We have two tubes on and we're crashing into each other and constantly kicking each other away and trying to flip each other over. Obviously, Nick and I, being the two larger boys, got the most abuse out of the waves. Our energy was boundless, and we spent four hours roaring around the lake in the tubes until 3 PM, at which time we went in and had lunch and then went right back out and waterskiied. I attempted to waterski, as you know, but I wasn't very good. Fell flat on my face. At least I tried! Nick was able to get some wakeboarding in before the lake shut down for the day.
Six PM. This is when we started to pack up, deflate the tubes and changed and got in the car to head home. Around 7:00, we pulled out of the lake, and 45 minutes later, we were at Cracker Barrel. Everyone except Nick and I were tired, and he and I just had boundless energy. We had dinner, and then we went into separate cars, my brother coming with me (thanks to his all-nighter, he wasn't feeling so great), so Nick had to go into the car with his parents and 3 other little ones. I feel sorry for him. ;)
We finally got back home around 9:40, and it's 3 hours later and I just finished this blog, and now I'm off to bed. It wasan action-packed day and a half, and I'm really sore right now (mostly my knuckles), but I definitely am feeling stronger thanks to all that chopping and tubing.
'Night, guys. It'll probably be morning when you read this. :P