hot springs arkansas
October 24, 2006

pretty stepping stones at the janske's

peggy tells us a story

here we are hanging out at cindy, the dancing machine's, house. we like. shortly after this andrea and i wave at passing boats and yell "WE'RE RICH!" at them.

shannon critiques the electrical cord cover

cindy's fully stocked bar. if all this booze doesn't make you barf, greg's fashion statement will.

the woman has freakin' monogrammed toilet paper!!

greg flashes the bell. notice how washed out the background of this photo is. that's not from overexposure. that is the sun reflecting off of greg's white as snow ass.

a dragonfly rests on andrea's leg

the only nice thing about lake hamilton's sand bar is this rainbow

oh and this guy, aka: andrea's boyfriend. he was the only hot guy we saw.

this picture pretty much sums up our day on the lake: drunk mike hit on all the girls, and greg acts all crazy to get your attention

this lady kept rubbing oil all over this man, trying to create a spectacle. it was disgusting. notice the can of whipped cream next to their margerita glass. i'll let you imagine what they did with that.

the dam at the lake pumps cold water deep from underground and makes this beautiful fog rise from the surface of the water. mike and i got in an argument as to how cold the water was. he claims the water was "below freezing" because it came from underground. i argued, logically, that if the water were below freezing, the water would be frozen and wouldn't be able to flow to the surface. he contended that the water wasn't frozen because it was BELOW freezing. we argued in circles over this about 4 times. he finally let me win, but i don't think he ever really believed me. damn arkansas boys.

greg climbed this tree, jumped around like a monkey and found an audience. the boys threw beer at him. he almost fell on the boat and died. it was the highlight of my day.

pashia attempts to relieve herself at the back of the boat. she is not successful.

right before this is when the boat breaks and i panic because we are stranded on the lake. mike on the other hand decides to relax and finds the most comfortable spot on the boat: shannon's breasts. and to our amazement, shannon doesn't budge for 2 hours. she claims the use of her breasts as a pillow was completely non-sexual. ok, whatever, shannon.

andrea refuses greg's "microphone"

the girls welcome clinton

clay and shannon back on the boat

hyperthyroid greg's 4th attempt to take a decent photo of us. i post this only to make fun of him and his lack of muscle control.

the fish are my friends.

we spent the afternoon floating. this is more like it.

we just can't get enough. here we walk up the expansive lawn leading up to cindy's house.

this is where my camera battery runs out of juice. but to sum up, after this, we get a tour of cindy's 22,000 square foot house, i steal a trucker hat, we drink some of her liquor, we dance a little bit, we go to a bar called exchange, we watch shannon get harrassed by a guy named tucker, we go to the onyx (the "black" club), we share a drink called the blue motherf***er made by yo the bartender, we watch clay expose his nipple several times, we watch the black people dance, we witness a fight break out between two girls (apparently one of them called the other a bitch), then we come back to cindy's house, drink a little more and watch her dance for three hours. really. for three hours this woman danced, by herself. she didn't stop once. this woman really loves to dance. i regret there are no pictures of cindy to share with you. had i known, i would've saved my battery juices and taken many pictures of her dancing. so you'll have to imagine a 5'8" woman, maybe 100 pounds, wearing a cowboy hat, a red string bikini and high heels dancing on the balcony by the pool, for three hours. mind you, she had just come back from a night at the onyx where she had also been dancing. she defies all that is logical and sound.