Ok, so I'm not calling it an "annual" trip because there's always that possibility Tommy may have pulled one-too-many stunts to get us kicked off and never invited back. EVER. But we got to tag along with the Fishbecks and their posse a few weeks back. Once again, we had a great time.
The Crew
The Loverboys
Randall, always the ladies' man.
The blasted sandhill. I can't say enough how much I hate this part of Lake Powell. Why, on this beautiful earth does everyone think it's Powell tradition to climb it?! No joke, I was still tasting blood a week later.
It would take waaaayyy too long to explain this crazy game Kevin made up, but it involved eating dog food, cat food, 2 homophobes zipped up in a sleeping bag, public speaking/singing and other shenanigans.
Now if only Jason would pony up and be a real man and buy into this sweet pad, I might take back my "Douchebeck" comment. I said 'might Jason, 'might.
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