Afterglow 2005 - Day 4
The James gang took the boat out on the water to try and do some fishing. I really think that I should put an emphasis on the word try because the only thing that they caught were a boot, a tire and a book of clichés. Family Guy scenes can be applied to all life situations, and always are funnier than anything else that you could come up with. I think James was happy enough to be out on the water instead of in front of a smoky campfire. There's just something soothing and calming about the lake at this time of day, and it offered the serenity that we needed after a troublesome night.
It was getting light out; yes, a little too light. And we all were a little tired; yes, a little too tired. And I am being a little repetitive; yes, a little too repetitive. Yeah, I basically have nothing more to say here because I'm too enthralled by the pretty pictures and the memories of the anticipation of the coming day and the many explanations that we would have to give to multiple adults concerned over the safety, well-being and future consequences of our actions.
It seems as though the fish weren't biting in the middle of the pond, so the gang rowed the boat ashore. James decided to try his luck from the pier, and Gary and Matt did their best to stay awake. It was about 6:45 AM, and we all were starting to give up the fight to stay awake until the sheriff arrived. We figured that since he had yet to come, he wouldn't stop by until afternoon, so there was no point in staying awake any longer. Night 0, James Gang 1.
By now, it was a little bit after 7:00 am, and time was starting to bear its burden upon our shoulders. Matt and Gary decided to head back to their respective cabins and get a little sleep before they had to awake to talk it over with their parents. Obviously none of us spent the night where we were supposed to, and you know parents - the worry nonstop about their children. James and I are 26 and 24 respectively, and neither fear nor have to report to an authority/parental figure, so we stayed out and went fishing. Eventually, Mr. Sandman got the better of us, and even true warriors like ourselves lose a battle during the war. Nobody's perfect after all.
Around 7:30ish, James and I just couldn't take it anymore and gave up on being awake. Unbeknownst to us, someone (I have yet to find out who) stole my camera and snapped a few pictures of us passed out on our makeshift beds. I can agree with James on his choice, seeing as how that lawn chair is the comfiest folding chair in the history of mankind. I stuck to the couch, which is what I've been sleeping on for the last year or so because I don't own a bed. You would think that I'd take a vacation away from my couch... This was a not so perfect way to end a not so perfect day, and things wouldn't get better when we awakened...