Summer Time and River Trippin'

I recently was the benefactor of a lovely visit from 3/4 of the Galvatraz Gang and as usual, much hilarity and moderate law breaking ensued.  (Since Tiny and her 1/4 were unable to make the trip, there was some talk of abducting my patient educator and office skeleton ' Leonard Skinnered ' and taking him along as her replacement.  Lucky for Leonard, however, we forgot this ingenuous plan until we were much too far to turn back for him.)

The English Adjunct, Screaming Eagle and Kid showed up early on a stormy Thursday and we set sail for the tiny town of Gruene.  Is was dreary as a mother effer a sunless 70 degrees upon our arrival so we filled our bellies at the Gristmill and shopped for Texas T's, thus allowing the Screaming Eagle a nice wardrobe representing all things Texas for her upcoming deployment to Afghanistan.  After shopping and a lazy paced stroll we were still extremely reluctant to endanger our nether regions by submerging anything of value in the freezing ass river, took a group vote and postponed our float.

 We skedaddled on back to ATX and made a visit to see Master Gardner Gardner Supernova, whom much to our amusement has recently taken up residence on The High Road.  The High Road affords an absolutely breathtaking view of Barton Creek Wilderness Preserve, or maybe it was just some wealthy guy's backyard, hard to tell...  But the company was grand, the view impressive and the GD mosquitoes were off the hook.

 Screaming Eagle took the wheel home because after surviving the ascent up The High Road I had flung myself from the car, kissed the ground and demanded a drink, something strong enough to calm my nerves…  Okay, Okay!  I ADMIT IT!  I am a horrible driver.  Any who...  We ended the evening chilin’ on my front porch, lounging, cackling loudly and mostly making small talk.

 Kid and Screaming Eagle

Day Two saw us bright eyed, bushy tailed and once again on the road.  We made a drive by, grabbed MGG Supernova and headed back toward the river.  Supernova was tricked into riding shotgun and alternated between shocked horror and insulting comments for much of the trip, but alas we all arrived unscathed.  We tubed up, took a dusty ride on a school bus driven by a man hunk of a child nice looking fellow and dropped into the San Marcos River for a marvelous day of leisure and lemonade.

 Our trip ended much too quickly so we soaked our buns a bit longer watching some beautiful people play football and listening to some stellar Texas Country music playing from the tube shack.

After I made a quick porta-potty stop (with moderate assistance as the climb up the bank was treacherous and riddled with a steep set of stairs) again the Screaming Eagle took the helm and guided us safely home.

Even though Supernova was very generous and shared a family sized bag of Cheese Nips for our car ride home, we ordered about $50.00 worth of Chinese food and a valiant effort (at least on my part) was made to eat it all.  The Galvatraz Gang packed up and headed off into the sunset leaving me and Sweet Baby Bella to my horrendous hangover our peaceful napping…  Our at least until JS got home from his hard day at the office.

Until the next time!  Stay thirsty my Frens! 



Epilogue:



JS: Hi, honey. I’m home!

Gator: Ah, Geez. You woke me. Bring a trash can stat.




JS: Holy (Sweet Baby) Jesus! I've never seen so much Chinese food in one place in all my life! What happened?

Gator: We taped an episode of skinny bitches verses food. I won the eatin’ contest.




JS: Did you feed Prada?

Gator: Nah, I forgot. She didn't point at her food bowl like usual.

JS: Hmmm… She's probably recovering slowly after Charlie's Angels Reunion weekend extravaganza.

Gator: Ah, Geez. You woke me again.