Float and Talk

Sorry about the tardiness of this post friends.  I forgot that I hadn't finished it.  My bad.  Senility is a real biotch. 

July 2011 found us rockin' it old school at the Goosinheimer Haus.... Or maybe it was the Waffle Haus... Oh look, it actually says:

 

Photo Credit: MKT

Riiiight, anyways:

I joined the infamous Tinsley-Gardner Clam (plus friends) in New Braunfels for a weekend of merrymaking.  MKT found us this fab little German Haus (sleeps roughly 80) and we did it up right.  Bonus track:  We had our very own bar a mere 10 feet up our driveway AND our Haus came equipped with critter pens.  Next time we shall properly prepare by bringing our own livestock.



Riley's is the place. 

Photo Credit:  MKT


Brother Juan and I were the first to arrive on that glorious Friday.  Juanito had found himself earlier in the day held in the lap of a lovely lady at the Yellow Rose Cantina.  Thus he was starry eyed and boozy when I slid my bar stool up next to his at Riley's.  We busied ourselves before the rest of of our crew arrived by exploring the Haus, chatting up the locals, quenching our parched throats and dining on the local fare.  We devoured some bad ass burgers from this place:



Happy Cow indeed.  I'm sad to say we missed

the Belt Sander Races but the fare was fine.



Juanito shares some smooches at the Hog Haus.





Nap time for young Harry Potter.  That's a legit claw foot tub y'all!

Annnnd I'm pretty sure it came with it's own ghost.  *shivers*



Dancing Juan.  Disturbed.

Photo Credit:  STR





Fabulous hair piece.  Frightful dancing.





Haus of Chicken. 

Photo Credit:  MKT




Perhaps a safer option than it's indoor haunted counterpart. 

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Always an admirable endeavor. 

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No Farm Haus is complete without it's very own windmill.

Photo Credit:  MKT



The neighbors.  Come and knock on our door... 

We'll be waiting for yooouuuu! 

Photo Credit:  MKT


Juanito and I were napping off our early afternoon booze fest when the rest of the gang started trickling in.  We had 12 people total and procured not one single group shot.  Shame.  As with all Tinsley-Gardner shindigs we partook of  the traditional shooting of the shit, washer olympics and general making of merryness.

For this particular trip, chalk art was also in order.

Photo and Art Credit:  MKT

Half Baked Gator illustrated by Gator

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Squatch Country:  Before the Addition of Genitalia.
Illustrated by JG

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All sermons were held here.

Photo Credit:  MKT

Supernova doing work.  He took a time-out from washers
 to model his Crazy Bird.

Photo Credit: STR

Juanito steals a bike.

Photo Credit:  MKT

The Tinsley Clam

Photo Credit:  Dirty D

Do you guys hear that train? 

The Clam in action.

The Roberts

Photo Credit: MKT

Juanito and Supernova at rest between washer matches.

Photo Credit:  MKT

Just a swangin'

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Saturday found me and Tiny Tinsley up rather early and ready to get our Crossfit WOD on. 

...Warning:  Mother, just go ahead and quit reading.  Skip on down past this next paragraph.... 

But first we took a death defying bike ride down a logging road.  I was jammin' to my ipod in preparation for the Girl Talk concert later the same day while simultaneously trying NOT to crap my pants every time an eighteen wheeler rolled by.  After our ride Tiny said she couldn't tell if I was singing or screaming out in fear.  I told her it was most certainly a good combination of both.

Post Crossfit WOD our group scampered about the Haus too long on Saturday and we kind of blew our opportunity to float, as it's a very timely endeavor.  Thus we decided to kick it riverside instead.



Horseshoe hotties.

Photo Credit:  SRT 



The Cap at work.

Photo Credit:  SRT



Which was probably for the best.  Floating the river makes for a long day of drinking.  There is simply nothing else to do when you are trapped for hours in an inner tube.  Besides pee on yourself.  True story.   

Lounging riverside allowed for us to chillax, keep an eye on a large number of drunkards and collect stray beers that escaped less fortunate floaters.  There must have been a decent set of rapids above us on the Whitewater Horse Shoe as Dirty D, Supernova and The Cap collected at least a 6 pack of assorted cold beers and a flask of whiskey.  MKT was super pumped about the whiskey and who can blame her?

After we got cleaned up, (read:  We changed in our cars and most definitely flashed some folks.  You're welcome)  we waited in line like forever to secure front row spots for Girl Talk.




Front row, bitches!

Photo Credit:  SRT

Lemme just point out the obvious.  If you are not a person that is fond of drunk people in their pre-20's elbowing and jostling all the good right out of your soul, then you've got no business on the front row of any concert...  Unless it's like a Stevie Nix show or something.  Or Cher...  Celine Dion might also be safe.  But then again, I reckon even those broads have a few hardcore fans of their own.

Can you picture Pops Tinsley elbowing his way to the front of a Fleetwood Mac concert rocking his ZZ Top beard?  Yes.  Yes you can.

Back to my point.  I'm not sure why it takes all of us several repeat front row attempts before it's realized once again that we're all getting too old for this shiz, man.  Not too old to enjoy a really great concert, but much too old to take crap from a drunk baby and then not give that same baby a well deserved black eye. 

The bleachers were made for people like us.  People with short fuses and an innately low tolerance for stupid shenanigans other than our own.




Bright Light Social Hour.

Photo Credit:  SRT 




Spitting image of Jesus rockin' short, shorts.

Photo Credit:  SRT





Greg aka Girl Talk.  He was stoked about being outside in "Austin."

Photo Credit:  SRT



Mesmerized by a glow stick, brought to you by Red Bull and Vodka.

Photo Credit: SRT





Magical confetti drop.

Photo Credit: SRT



This is completely normal. 

Another side effect of living life on the front row.

Photo Credit: SRT





Raptor Dancing, another Tinsley Clam Ritual. 

Inspired by good times and good music.

Photo Credit: MKT

 
All in all, Float and Talk was another smashing success!

And y'all be sure to stay tuned folks.  Little Tiny Tinsley celebrates her Big 3-0 in less than 10 days and the Tinsley-Gardner Clam will be burning it down at the beach house.

Now then!  If you haven't already done so, join the 21st Century and download your free Girl Talk tunes HERE.

Parting shot:

Incredible detail, Cap.  Incredible.

Photo Credit:  MKT