Mysterious bruises....

....means one of two things, I am a huge klutzes or signs of a good weekend.

Well, in all honesty, both are true in my case.  My middle name should be "grace."  I do usually handle my mishaps with grace, poise, and laughter.  These mysterious bruises are, though, a result of the latter.  I am talking a ugly bruise on my left outer thigh, a sore right lower back, little bruises here and there, and awkward slightly swollen slashed bruised right inner ankle {not the whole thing, just the inside}.

I told y'all second weekend got rowdy.  I won't divulge the total amount of alcohol consumed by my group of friends, but I will tell y'all that between ten boats there were upwards of 350-400 jello shots. #sorryforpartying

This weekend was not a good tide weekend.  High tide was in the middle of the day which meant no navigable sandbar to play around on.  Our group tied up and stayed put.  Luckily, we had plenty of floats and other entertainment.

I will just the pictures explain most of the weekend...

Our gang of ten boats

Jonathan and I - friends since the age of three

Mister New Booty

Cole, Krystle, Hamp, and I

True story - Cole and I go all the way back to baby and delivery.  I am less than 12 hours older than him. 

Allen and Cole

Allen and I

The ladies from high school

Brandon and Meg

Floats galore...

Bobby, Andy, and I 

Annndd...That is all she wrote...

Countdown for WaterFest 2012 has already begun, even though I won't be able to enjoy it......

Soulfully,

Ashton