Big Bad Voodoo Day

Leslie and Mike took off Monday night to see Big Bad Voodoo Daddy live at the Scera in Orem. It was a wonderful event and a great tribute to Cab Calloway. Upbeat swing music kept the crowd hopping, with several young couples dancing and jiving to the music.

Our Skipper

This guy was incredible. Eyes closed, with no hands, but we placed our trust in higher (Oh that's not a good choice of words), shall we say in more theological hands.

Speedboat was a piece of cake. I guess the fish cop down there took the guys aside and said I could not operate fast equipment on the water. At least I wasn't three sheets to the wind like our skipper.

Well they let me have a drive turn at the wheel of the big house.

Slide on the Poop Deck

I have never gone down feet first on a slide, at least not on purpose. Nick gave me some pointers and then off I went. Nick soon learned that pushing a "lone wolf" like me leads to some serious clean up after the slide. He need to talk to Ben.

Down the aft deck slide to the water. NO, I wasn't scared my eyes always look like that.

This is called a penquin plop. Like to see a human try that feet first.
Ha!

There goes my freaking eye!

Holy crap at least she didn't come flying in with some kung-fu elbow.

I look pretty good in trunks.

On the last day the gang headed out and left me to babysit.

I put the little hummer to sleep and dozed off myself. I slept with my eyes open because the little one in pink pants was still around. Better safe than sorry. What's with little girls in pink pants. They seem be evil!

LAKE POWELL

I tried my hand at the kayak, but it is primitive compared to regular swimming. Why I remember Donovan Kolowski could rip around the ice like it was nothing. He and 47 other guys would wait until those strange humans would come out with their cameras and then swim back and forth to make the statisticians think our populations doubled. Those over-educated morons brought more food than we knew what to do with.

LAKE POWELL

This trip was noting short of action packed! Nick's wife insisted I wear swimming trunks. That was embarassing. But here I am with a couple of cold ones, and Nick. He claimed the Mt Dew was his but I took it anyway.