July 5, 2012
Forget Area 51, Wisconsin might just be America's best kept secret. (But actually.) I recently visited the land of cheese and...the plot of Bridesmaids over the Fourth of July weekend for a long overdue reunion with my best friend, Miss Z Kuester. (Once again, I will shamelessly plug her blog here.)
Her beautiful self greeted me at the Milwaukee airport, and the weirdest part of the pick-up was that we both realized that we had never been in a car with each other before. "I didn't know you knew how to drive a stick," I blurted after my initial scream of happiness. She did, and quickly. We made it to Stoughton, the location of her lake house in an hour. (This was about half the time it was supposed to take.) Because it was Thursday, we had brunch at this cute sandwich shop. Lately, our brunch dates had been forced to the dining amenities of our respective kitchens and computers. The face to face meal was a nice change of pace and a return to (our warped sense of) normalcy.
Then, we were off to the lake house. Z gave me an abbreviated tour since I had virtually been there already and had diligently read my lake house guide. (This was a 4,000 word guide Z wrote and sent to me the day before my arrival. It was jam packed with useful information, some of which I actually remembered.) After the tour, we changed into bathing suits and got our thirsty selves some "orange juice," which we poured into some festive coconut cups. We spent the afternoon floating and lounging in the lake, intermittently on a float and her family's boat. As always, we real talked about everything, utilizing the LindZ dictionary. (I just thought of that name for it. Z doesn't even know I've called it that yet. And if she doesn't like it, then we're not going to call it that because it is pretty cheesy. At any rate, the hardcover edition will be coming out in the next year, but we might have an online version available soon...? I'm probably making promises I can't keep with that statement but we'll see.) We talked about wide receiving, greying out, and being America's Next Top Sadbag. Of course, all of this means nothing unless you're us, which, thankfully, we were.
Eventually, we went inside and watched Tommy Boy whilst eating peanut butter sandwiches and drinking "fruit smoothies." As early evening approached, so did Z's gentleman caller and his family on his boat. As a family of professional wake boarders, they were going out on the lake to practice and invited us to tag along. (Did I really care about their wake boarding skills? No. Did I care about my girl's night going well? Yes. It's called being altruistic.) At any rate, we watched a few family members wake board in turn and then were dropped back off at the dock to Z's house. By this time, it was now "Grapejuice Night." We took two big containers of Welch's to the back of Z's boat. Promptly, we sat down on the wooden part, dangled our feet in the water, and began sipping. Of course, with "Grapejuice Night" came girl talk. I'm not at liberty to say what was said during girl talk, but if you think that you could have been a topic, then you probably were.
By nine-thirty, Z's brother and his best friend, Beast, were home from their concert. After they grabbed two sodas and Z's man friend extricated himself from his family, we all began playing a rousing game of nickels. Nickels was a fun game because it involved bouncing a nickel into a film canister while another person attempted the same action. The two nickels went from person to person around the table and if one person bounced his nickel in before the person on his right, then that person had to take a sip of his drink. The nickel and film canister then moved on to the person on the sipper's right. There were more rules, but if you really want to know how to play this game, you can just look up the rules of Quarters, which is similar but not appropriate for underage children like myself and my best friend.
Then, Z and her gentleman caller went down to the dock to get his boat so we could all go to the sandbar. The other boys and I eventually followed suit, then waited on the dock for them to come back. (I think they took a little bit longer than was actually necessary, but no one seemed to really notice or mind.) By this time, I was extremely exhausted so I fell asleep on the boat almost immediately.
Everything that happened after this point, I was filled in on later by the charming and awake Z. Apparently, we drove over to the sandbar and randomly came across these other guys in a boat. Everyone hung out and had a really good time except for the loser sleeping in the boat aka ME. (This is what I get for waking up at three a.m. to drive to Philadelphia so that I would be in Milwaukee by eleven a.m. This is what I sacrifice for love.) Once back at the dock, Z apparently woke up a very agreeable Lindsay and got her into the house and into bed. Z even gave her her own pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to wear that night. Beast took similarly good care of Z's brother, Matt, and then the two of them made late night/early morning sandwiches in the kitchen before crashing on the two couches in the basement.
The next morning I woke up around nine, and the fun began again...
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