Shallow and Very, Very Single

Fourth of July weekend was spent at what we have dubbed Man Ranch 2009. At Man Ranch, I did the following:

1. Shot guns (shot guns and paintball guns, jealous?)
   
2. Rode in the back of pick-up trucks
3. Sang patriotic songs drunkenly from the back of said pick-up trucks
4. Made up sweet, offensive dance moves (one of which is called the Sexy Jesus)
   
5. Drank more boxed wine than is healthy for any normal human being (Sunset Blush being a fave varietal)
6. Lake swam
   
7. Middle of lake trampolined
8. Four-wheel off roaded (and learned how to drive, after which, I made my tutor regret his decision when I proceeded to take out a few small trees, but I really liked going fast and running things over)
   
9. Zip-lined (OK, my sister did, I sissied out of that activity)
10. Layed out, sunburned
11. Viewed far too much man-thigh (these boys were really into wearing neon cut off t-shirts and short shorts ALL weekend)
    
12. Ate Rocky Mountain Oysters (OK, my sister did, I sissied out of that activity as well)
    
13. Mountain top dance partied
14. With glow sticks
15. All forty five of us in 80's prom gear
16. Retired to the barn, yes, the barn, to finish our 80's prom Footloose style
17. Miserably hungover, rode back home ALL the way from Humboldt County to SF
18. Recovered Jane Honda (!!), who was mildly molested (including a punched ignition)

Phew. Truly a spectacular weekend. I cannot wait for next year.

Labels: boys, drunk rampages