smith mt lake

Because my life is ever so hard, I had a week long vacation at Smith Mt. Lake after my week long vacation in Nags Head. Seriously, I'm waiting for the lightening to strike me down cause it really shouldnt be this good.

Side note: much of my days in Nags Head were spent running around the porch with my laptop trying to get a signal so I could work, talking on the cell phone with clients while my drunk friends were loud drunk dancing in the living room. It was super easy to manage.

Please enjoy the pics from the lake. We had an awesome time boating, swimming, jet skiing, fishing, eating, drinking and generally and consistenly laughing. (That is of course until the last day while packing up my nephews locked my brothers keys in the car. We had locked the lake house up with its keys also inside. So we were bascially refugees with no food or water in the hot drive way for 3 hours waiting for retardo AAA guy who apparently was driving from 2 states away to help. Fun and funny way to end the trip. not.)


Boat ride!


Dad and Tony on noodles


We wont even mention that I caught more fish than Steve, the avid fisherman with a freaking pond in his won back yard. Oh wait, did I just mention that I caught more fish? Yes I did. Ha.


Tony and G-Ma in the water


so.cute.


Tony is an awesome helper


Dancing to Frank Sinatra on the dock at night= awesome



Cameron doing what he does best


Watch out Steve, you're next!


As per usual, I was of course the kitchen slave. Tea on a plate anyone?


ummmmm...

3rd time's the...Drunk

So a week ago I traveled (without Tracy, if you can believe it) to New York for the 3rd year in a row at Brooklyn Brewery's Pigfest (all you can eat, all you can drink). Although thunderstorms were predicted for the entire day, and Lisa, Ann, Laura and I were all coming off of a wine tour of Long Island the day before, we somehow got our asses out to Brooklyn right at the start.

We lucked out, the rain stopped almost immediately, and we got started on our day. While Lisa and I stockpiled beer, Laura began practicing her flip cup skills:


Earlier than normal, a flip cup table to end all flip cup tables started up near to us, so we of course jumped in and dominated- I believe there were approximately 30 people per side, so you sometimes couldn't even tell when each round had started:



Jacob, of course, made the mistake of playing for the opposite team, and received the full brunt of my scathing shit-talk:

We somehow made it back to Manhattan in one piece after a very cozy cab ride (do I recall correctly, and did our driver ask me to sit on his lap?), and I had to say another farewell on Monday to Manhattan.

Now I'm in Delaware (Hi, I'm in Delaware) for training at my new job, just got back from a weekend in Nags Head, but I'll let Tracy tell you about that since she was the one to take all the pictures (and if she posts any of me in my bathing suit, I'll delete them in .5 seconds). My date for the weekend was a 4-year old with a love of danger (and kicking, but you take the good with the bad).