Afterglow 2010 - Day 3 Monday

Kevin is over at all hours of the day. Sometimes I wonder why he doesn't just sleep here. In fact, I think that one night he did sleep in one of the bunk beds in Timmy's closet room. Whether he sleeps over or comes over in the morning, he's always welcome in Cabin #2.

At Afterglow there is no better way to start off the morning than with a drink, and there is no better morning drink than a Bloody Mary. Especially when you have all of the fixins that make a great drink. Luckily I come prepared for drinking at all hours of the day.

There's a lot of down time at Afterglow where nothing exciting is going on. Sometimes that is a good thing and we spend the time relaxing. Other times it is the worst thing in the world and boredom settles in and we get the jitters. And the jitters tell us to do something and it usually never ends well. This morning they told us to throw the lounge chairs off of the dock into the water. Timmy went first and I followed suit. Leave it to the person who has the most free time on his hands to start a game of "Fish Them Chairs Out of the Water." That kid has some potential.

Kevin was present for the tossing of chairs #1 and #2 and he decided that there was no way he could sit back and be a spectator to this game. In fact I would dare someone not to join into a game of "Fish Them Chairs Out of the Water." Who knew that Monday morning would be this fun? Which just goes to show you that anything is possible at Afterglow, and the moments I enjoy the most are often the most random.

Gary just happened to be in the neighborhood. Strolling by drinking a PBR, he heard a commotion down by the water. He saw something that he had never seen before and he instantly grabbed a chair and became a player in the game. Some kids may tell you that this is not a fun game. Those are the kind of kids your parents told you not to hang out with when you were younger. Those were the kids who spent a lot of time on the Red Light in Mrs. Schwartz's class. And then grew up to be drug dealers and politicians. Those kids don't know how to have fun.

The game ends either when an adult (preferably Uncle Greg) yells out "HEY!! FISH THEM CHAIRS OUT OF THE WATER!!" or one of the participants cracks and does so without being told. This time I lost because my Mom told me to remove the chairs from the water but I was going to do it anyway because I felt guilty for leaving Afterglow property in disarray. Someone has to be the bigger man and end the game.

I don't know how Stacy can possibly be partied out at this time of the day. She's only 18, so she is definitely not hungover from the night before. And she didn't expend all her energy in that rousing game of "Fish Them Chairs Out of the Water." I thought that kids were supposed be all sprightly and full of energy. I guess I was wrong.

After a very productive morning, we went back in the cabin for a nap. Life's rough up here at Afterglow, and I doubt that many of you could handle it. I'm not inviting you or issuing a formal challenge, and it's not because I don't like you. It's that only a select few are welcome to paradise, and unless you're family, you can't join us up here.

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