A Little Snow, A Little Beer, and A Lot of Funk

Memorial Day 2006
We went up to the cabin for Memorial Day weekend. The main reason for going was to get lots of sleep. Well, that was the main reason I was going. As usual, things didn't work out as I had planned. We arrived at the cabin around 9:30 Friday night and it turned into the typical too-wound-up-to-settle-down-so-let's-have-a-few-beers-and-play-a-few-cards sort of evening. (It's a good thing my friend from work brought ear plugs with her.) We woke up Saturday morning with the fabulous idea of popping down the street to get bagels for the group, and were quite surprised to discover it had snowed during the night. Surprised and dismayed, since none of us had brought anything warmer than a sweatshirt (and I had promised my friend that the winter weather would be quite gone for her first trip to the cabin). The good news is that the snow melted by the afternoon, but the bad news is that it was still too windy and cold to do spend much time outdoors during the day, and of course it was even colder at night. So being stir-crazy again in the evening, we decided to go bowling. I scored a personal best the first game (I think I broke a hundred), but the wheels came off during the second game (or maybe the beer kicked in), and I finished in the gutter. Again, the evening last for some time after we came back, and I don't think I remember to drink any water. On Sunday, the boys left to play golf, so we girls took a nice long walk down to the marina, got yelled at while trying to cut through someone's backyard, bought some snacks at Safeway, and settled in back at the cabin for an afternoon of movie watching, s'mores cooking, and futile efforts to keep the fire stoked. That night, we all ventured out for a real evening and went to the former Caesars's (which is now some cheesy-even-though-it's-trying-to-be-hip casino) for the (wait for it!) George Clinton concert! Can you believe that! The PCU references were flying, and I wasn't quite sure what to expect. We staked out a table a little far from the stage and during the first couple of songs, I wasn't really into it. But then we girls pushed our way to the front of the crowd, so we had an excellent view for all the sights, sounds, and smells, and those guys really do put on a great show! My favorite part was when George's granddaughter came out to do a song. Afterward, we parted ways with the boys who went to gamble, and we went to check out the casino's "nightclub," where we had a couple more drinks and chatted with these two guys whose names I can't even remember, but the single guy's wingman was too drunk to remember his duties and he ended up showing us pictures of his kid. And the evening ended with half of us coming back to the cabin to discover that we weren't in possession of the keys, and my dear friend, who'd already had a crash-course in cabin life, broke in through the window, and was quite spry in the process. My last chance at a long sleep-in vanished with the bright morning sun, and then we were home again, home again by Monday afternoon. Good times.