So I slept under a strange man for three nights

Our trip to TheMarty's beautiful North Woods cabin was incredibly perfect and fantastic. The theme sone for the weekend for me was "Sailing" by Christopher Cross. There were many games played: Charades - my favorite one that I got was Man Boobs, and my favorite of all was Daisy Chain - Yahtzee, Hoopla, Catch Phrase (during which I was named "flinchy". This game got heated. Team Wang is a bunch of fierce competitors), and a fun game called Munchkin Fu (which kept us up on the last night until 2:30 am and we got about four hours of sleep before heading home). I go-go danced on the boat to a song that Hil picked out just for that purpose. We were in the middle of a lovely lake when I did it. TheMarty peed off the back of the boat. All of the sudden we hear him say "No! Don't look back!" He was talking to the poor sweet old lady that he was in the process of showing his junk too. She should have never looked back, I blame her. I did indeed sleep under a strange man. Or a normal(ish) man who was a stranger. In A Bunk Bed. (Dirty. Your minds are all drrrrty.) Eric is his name and he is awesome. I also heart my other roomates Lauren and Greg. A lot. Not one of them ever mentioned my snoring. Hil and Dave are extremely fun people. I would have totally hid in their luggage and let them spirit me away to live with them in Boston. I already miss my new friends from Boston. Slow single tear. A moment of silence for the lovely bottle of Petron that was sacrificed for our complete and total merriment. MMmmmmm. Leinenkugel's, Coronas, Freedom drinks, Heineken's, 3 Buck Chuck, Stoli cranberry and Bacardi kept us hydrated from noonish until bedtime every day. I think my liver is tired. Any trip in which "A dingo ate your baby" is a catch phrase is an awesome trip. I've learned to never 'take it outside' with someone I don't know. Who knew Dave had wrestled in school? Oh, that's right - everyone did but me. I got one hell of a spanking. "HellNight" is a fantastically bad horror movie. Linda Blair is in it. I haven't laughed so much and so long probably ever. So, since we didn't get those cheesy plastic covered autograph books for everyone to sign, I'm taking a moment to send shouts out to my fellow Wisconsin travelers: THeMarty: He invited me along on this special trip, and was a wonderful host. He loves it there, and really wanted to share it all with everyone, which was awesome. Shannon: A fantastic cook, marathon driver, and keeper of my best stories and secrets. Like the palm-reader said about 8 1/2 years ago, we were meant to know each other, and be important in each other's lives. Dave: Funny as hell. Kicked my ass. Also the only other person I know who has seen and appreciated "Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" (best murderous go-go dancer movie EVEH) Hilary: A kindred spirit. Whip smart and lightning quick with the comebacks. Most contagious awesome laugh. Lauren: Owner of the cutest t-shirts I've seen in a long time. Wicked awesome hair (I'd kill for hair like that). Funny and smart - knows more about books and authors than anyone I know. Greg: I wouldn't want to start a fire with anyone else. Has great taste in music and is awesomely chill. Eric (my bunkmate): Quick with fantastic one-liners, very entertaining. Wears a broken straw hat with mad style. There was much mirth, mayhem and shenanigans. I speak in generalities as whatever happens in Three Lakes should probably stay in Three Lakes. I am totally inviting myself on Shannon and TheMarty's trip to see them all in October.