After getting out of the water, I heard words like "refreshing," "rejuvinating," and "great."  I personally registered all those remarks high on my Bullshit Radar (TM).  The blue lips, occasional shudder and those far-off painful looks when they thought no one was looking told me everything I needed to know.  They may get some, but the shrinkage has caused the boys to be somewhere in the vicinity of the throat area with no plans to move south anytime soon.  So I guess we were all even-Steven.

Tanis tried to pull Laura in, but she wasn't going to have any of that.  She shoved right back and let Tanis fall completely in the water.  The look of shock, dismay and pure terror welled up instantly on his face as the majority of his body dropped thirty degrees of temperature in half a second.  Look, I am not saying it was "Oregon Coast" cold, but it was cold.

The only one who really didn't seem affected at all by the water was Brandon, who seemed more at home in the water than Oprah with a napkin tucked into the top her shirt at a Rib Buffet.  We had to pull him onto shore to get him out of the water.

These two were oft seen close to one another.  Joe growled at me a time or two about my boy not having any ideas about his daughter.  I laughed.  He didn't.

We had spent the previous day at Joe's house in Klamath Falls playing about four hours of hackey-sack.  Back in the day, we had hung out at the El Dorado Hotel before they completely tore it down.  On the OIT hill in Klamath Falls there was a large, few hundred room hotel that had been completely abandoned for some time.  I am not sure on the story behind it, but would love someone to be able to fill me in.  Anyways, this place had been great because the lobby was huge, carpeted and completely empty.  Hack had been the game.  It felt like old times being able to kick it around.  I hadn't played in a long time.

Joe and I also got to play some guitar, a passion we both hold dear.  We mostly love to listen to what we have created and try to get others to appreciate it as much.  We might as well give up on that.  No one enjoys listening to ourselves more than us.  Here is me pointing at Joe's naughty bits and laughing at the size and uselessness of it.  He acknowledged with a "Whatchu gonna do?" smile and laugh.

Here is the last: Erin and Laura, mischevious grins, impish thoughts and impure follow-through.  They ain't innocent.  Their husbands have tapes.