Dinner Cruise

Saturday

The Man and I worked on tiling the porch today—yeah, we take it slow—so what?  The entire top (about 13’ x 19’) is almost completely tiled.  (I’m not even going to think about grouting and sealing right now….because I don’t want to break down and cry.) Then there’s only the long step that runs the entire length of the 19’ side of the porch, and the short step which runs a few feet on one of the short sides, to tile.  Blah!  We stopped early because we’re going on a dinner cruise tonight—yea!  We’ve been up to Lake George before, but haven’t been “on” Lake George.  Oh wait—I might be lying.  My sister and bro-in-law might have brought us there when they lived this-a-way years ago.  I remember being on a boat when we were visiting--Aimee was just a wee baby.  I’ll have to ask The Man if the boat was on Lake George.  I remember being kind of freaked out having a newborn on a boat.  It seemed risky to me—of course anything short of holding her in my arms 24/7 seemed risky at the time.  (First-baby-over-the-top-protective syndrome.) 

Next Day

I asked, and it’s true!  We were on that same lake with our tiny baby 27 years ago!  WHAT!  How could that be? ------ So we went on the dinner cruise, and it was really nice.  The food was not particularly nice (except the chocolate cake they served for dessert—that was pretty darn yummy), but the “cruise” part was.  And by the way—that’s a big lake.  I was told twice that it’s 32 miles long.  The weather was perfect, not too hot, and not too cold.  They sky was blue and the water was lovely.   It was very relaxing to make our way down the lake while ogling the expensive lake houses.  There was a rather strange component to the night, however.  As we passed by their houses, people would start waving like mad at the boat.  Sometimes they’d be on a terrace or porch; sometimes they’d be on top of their boathouse. I mean it was like THE activity of the evening.  “Yi-ha everbody—here comes dat dar dinner cruise boat—let’s wave like mad at ‘em!”  I mean, really—in this day and age?  Shouldn’t the kids have been inside playing video games or something?  But the waving paled in comparison to the musket shots.  Yep.  Some highly motivated individuals went out and bought themselves some kind of apparatus that made a sound like a revolutionary war musket. (I’m citing old movies for that piece of info.)  Maybe it makes some kind of sense though because there is a fort at the end of the lake and there were a lot of battles fought there.  (But the last time I checked, the people of Lake George were all at peace with one another….)  To top it off, our boat tooted back!  I guess whoever was “tooting” never heard these words of wisdom: “Don’t respond—it will just encourage them.”

The captain came down to say hello to people at one point and I resisted (although it was mighty hard) asking him, “Hey, if you’re down here, who’s piloting this thing?”  He’s got to be asked that every single night.  I just kept myself from being the dork who asked last night.

Anyway—it was a fun time.  It’s good to get away and do something a little different once in a while.  It helps to remember that there’s more see in this world than the piles of slate waiting to be cemented onto our back porch.