Two-meat platter – Saturday:
Fished like a fool all morning, out at the lake. Had us a grand old time. Caught all of about three fish, but on more than one occasion, the fish would chase up after a bait and then decide it wasn’t worth the trouble. Didn’t stop it from being a glorious day, though. Top it off with a little BBQ, and life is good.
Even got a little rain, more like a sprinkle, on the way in from the lake.
Attention all watercraft
This entire cove is no wake
That fish.
I still had a worm on the light line, left over from the lake, and I was killing time before the service, and I pulled this respectable fellow out of the lake – right on front of my place – on my way to the wedding boat.
Which, I suppose, would be a good omen or something.
The boat was full, the wedding party was all there, as much as they could be, and the service, the actual vows, were short and simple, including, “Party on, dude,” and “Be excellent.” Gratuitous Bill & Ted reference. Plus a few other allusions hidden in the text. Good fun.
I’ll have to admit, as the bride came down the aisle, such as it was, escorted by her father, I got teary-eyed. But as I explained later, to the bride’s father (Virgo), it was just allergies. Or something.
