After the evening shenanigans, folks were slow to rise in the Reese household. Jacob and I were first up, but I wouldn't say I was actually awake. As Craig says, I am a "rank amateur" when it comes to parties. We hunted for coffee or other hangover curing agents. Our shuffling woke up Flash, the resident Whippet, and Lakota, the resident 14-yr old greyhound. Jennifer put a pot of coffee on with one eye open, and went back to snooze while Craig, Jacob and I recounted the evening and made plans for the day out on the back patio in the cool morning breeze.
Not too long after, Jennifer and Kiril joined us. Jennifer and Craig put together a fabulous breakfast of chorizo, pepper-jack scramble, toast, hash brown, and bacon. We had a variety of spicy accoutrement for the eggs and some prickly-pear jam for the toast. We felt human again.
From late morning to early afternoon, we hopped around to various spots for libations at the Reese's local favorite watering holes. We also gawked at the California transplants who were on the lake for spring break in bikinis and on expensive boats with obnoxious sound systems. We tried to head to Fox's, a floating bar, but our relative patience for traffic was trumped by our desire for fun. We headed to the Naked Turtle instead, which took us over the London Bridge and on to the "island" in the lake.
We were all piled up in Craig's F350 diesel. He was sweet enough to be our designated driver for our day out. Thanks, Dirtbike Dad!
The view from the Turtle is beautiful. There are slips for boaters to dock for lunch, and also a beach for party goers. While gawking and the tourists, we were entertained regularly. The gem for the day was from one of the college kids who held up his arms and announced that he planned to get "spreading jealousy" tattooed on his "guns", spoken in true Jersey Shore form.
We had a great view of the lake and enjoyed a few drinks while basking in the sun.
Next stop was the Javalina for prickly pear margaritas. We also munched on guacamole while we enjoyed the view of the canal. It was there that the inspiration for the rest of the day was borne. We were going to hot-dog it on jet skis.
We headed to the ER Lounge to visit with bartender Dave before heading out to the lake. Jacob thought the logo looked a lot like Jessica Rabbit. Kiril had not been on jet skis before and was asking us a lot of questions about it. So, Craig called the local shop he's rented from before and they had skis available.
We put our suits on, picked up some single-use 35mm film waterproof housed cameras from Bashas, and headed over to the Wet Monkey to rent two skis. Jacob started on one, and I operated the other with Kiril as my passenger so he could get the feel for the ride and the controls. Once we exited the no wake zone, I looked back to Kiril and said, "give me a bear hug and hold on tight!" Jacob and I gunned it and high-tailed around the island. We found a cove where there were some party goers, but it was a meatmarket, so the boys wanted to try another spot. We cruised to a nearby beach to take a quick break, and I switched up with Kiril so he could drive. Timid at first, I gave him some brief instruction, showed him a few easy tricks, and most importantly, what to look out for on the lake. He had the hang of it in no time. To give him a break from Miss Bossypants Backseat Driver, I hopped on to the other ski with Jacob so Kiril could tear it up. Our once timid, reserved soul was careening across the lake grinning and hollering while pumping his fist in the air. For a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of evil when I hopped on the ski with Jacob. For 45 min, he did his best to buck me off the back of the ski into the lake. 45 min was all it took!
Once back at the Reese's, we enjoyed resting and chatting about our adventures and jetski purchasing missions over more barley sodas. Jen and Craig had gone to their favorite Carnacia and picked up pollo and carne asada to grill for dinner. We ate and chilled by the firepit. We planned our next visits, lamenting our departure. We gave hugs. Jacob headed back to Tucson after dinner and Kiril stayed up until the wee hours chatting with Craig. It just goes to show you that there is nothing better than good friends.
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