DON'T QUOTE THE RAVEN: Boat Races 2014

7.29.2014

So it came and went again. Hydroplane Races 2014 has concluded. It has always been a weekend I look forward to, as I grew up attending from year one of my life. My grandparents live on the river and boat races feels so natural and like I'm right at home. Besides Bravo's annual Real Housewives of OC Reunion, the boat races are one of the times I look most forward to during the year. And this year? The girl I fall more and more in love with every time we get together got to experience it with me. (Come back tomorrow for a post where I wax nostalgia on just that. And to see the get-up I wore to pick her up at the airport. There may or may not have been massive sideboob.)

Friday and Saturday we spend on the river, anchored in what they call the Mud Hole. Let me just stop and praise my amazing husband for a hot sec. He has been working like mad. Getting up at 4:30 for the past few weeks, working outside on the roof of a school in 100+ heat, and getting home around 6 at night. Exhausted. So when he told me he was also going to be working this weekend, I was bummed but more so, super worried. As in, "um, hello! What about me? What about this weekend? What about the boat? What about all my friends? What about meeeeeeee?"

He knows the weekend is super important to me so this is what he did: got up on Saturday morning at 4:40. Went to work. Came down to the docks around noon. Drove the boat to the Mud Hole for us all, anchored the boat, and then took the dingy back to the docks and went back to work til 5, when he joined us again on the river. He definitely went above and beyond and way out of his way to make this weekend perfect for family and friends and just so you know Rob, everyone talked about what an amazingly fun time they all had so thank you times a mill. ;)

I'll let my crap load of photos above mainly speak for themselves, and how the weekend events transpired, but some things I have to document for documents sake.

Such as, there were so many "do you remembers…"

- Do you remember when I gave you that spray tan in the dark when the power went out?

- Do you remember when you ordered a cheeseburger, taco and egg roll last night?

- Do you remember when I joined Tinder for about five minutes?

- Do you remember when Rob asked that guy if he paid for his boat with tooth fairy money?

- Do you remember when you forgot that flamingo I got you? That was seriously so rude.

- Do you remember when you lost your cup for two days and Rob found it underneath the garbage can

stuck between two lifejackets?

- Do you remember when Nickelback came on and you danced your ass off? To Nickelback.

- Do you remember when I kept asking you why everyone hates Nickelback?

- Do you know where I am?

…and so many more "do you remembers" that I can't share because names would be used and this just isn't the place. Private text chat? Sure. But not on some respectable site like this here blog.

Then there was the time we were going through all the photos we took on the boat in the middle of the river and there was a huge brown pussy willow in every. single. picture. On the boat in the middle of the river. And no one has any idea how it even got there. Pussy willow? On a boat? Color me confused.

Great friends, great music, great times. Chalk another amazing weekend up to success.

Meet here next year? Same time, same place?