There's a reason why my Zetithian heroes have hair down to their waist: I think long hair on a man is really hot.Perhaps it stems from my having grown up during the Sixties. The contrast between my father's flat-top haircut and Jim Morrison's softly curling locks was quite shocking, and whatever you think about him or his music, you can't deny he had sexy hair!
This may also be why I've always liked the Indians better than the cowboys in all those old westerns I used to watch. They were pretty hot, too.
I think sex with a guy with hair down to his waist would be fabulous, if only for the novelty factor. These days most men don't have any hair at all. I find it very sad that the pendulum has swung once again to the shaved head look, which I consider to be rather creepy, not to mention unflattering to most men.
*sigh* Maybe in another twenty years or so, they'll start letting it grow long again.
I just hope I live long enough to see it happen.
And now for the travelogue of my trip to the lake! The rest of the gang didn't want their pictures posted on the Internet, so all you get are pictures of me. Good thing I posted the hunk first. . . .
The drive down was quite uneventful. Suzie and Angela had both worked the night before, so I drove over to Suzie's house and then drove her truck and the boat from there. It was a pretty quiet drive with both of them trying to get some sleep. We stopped for lunch in Cave City and then drove on to Glasgow to stock up on supplies at the Walmart there. We got to the house at about four or so. I forget what we had for dinner that night, maybe it was just sandwiches, and we watched He's Just Not That Into You after Suzie and I fiddled with the connections to the DVD player and the TV for a while. It's never simple. Sometimes it takes hours to figure it out--though it's easier now than it used to be when there was a Dish cable added to the mix. Don't know what I did, but I took everything apart and then put it back together and it worked. Not a bad movie, either.
Lovely place, that house. It's a spacious, airy place on a hill above the lake near the bridge that crosses it. It's not alone there on the hill, but the other houses are mostly vacation homes, so there aren't many people living there at any given time. The next morning we took the boat down to the dock and launched it after Suzie and Angela replaced part of the carpet. I must say here that Suzie's boat is a rather ancient pontoon, and it's always a crap shoot as to whether or not it will start. But it behaved itself this time and started without a grumble. We spent the day in a cove on the lake, drifting on our floats and listening to music on Suzie's XM radio. Very peaceful! Don't I look like a relaxed beached whale????
Terri came down on Tuesday night and we had hamburgers cooked on the grill for dinner. I say all of this like it happened easily, but nothing ever is. Suzie had to go up to the store for more propane for the grill, and the music on the boat almost didn't happen. Suzie thought her speakers had gone bad until I got out of the water and discovered she hadn't flipped the switch that turned on the plug for her power supply. We work well together, don't we? Sort of like the way it is at the hospital. We watched You, Me, and Dupree that night. Not bad, really, but I've never cared for Matt Dillon.
Somewhere in there--must've been Wednesday night--I made Chicken Piccata, which everyone seemed to enjoy--even though I had no wine to put in it. Pickett county is dry, so all I had was a bottle of Corona that I'd brought along. The local grocery was out of cooking wine--can you guess why? It was slightly bitter from the beer, but other than that, it tasted fine. I also made a chocolate pie, but the chocolate was old and had been in our plastic stash tub along with some Matchlight charcoal for several years and had picked up the lighter fluid smell. I didn't think it was fit to eat, but we added some Dove chocolates that Suzie had and it wasn't too bad. Of course, by then I'd convinced everyone that it was terrible, so I got to eat most of it. My strategy worked!
I fixed breakfast of bacon, toast, scrambled eggs with cheese every morning and then we'd head out to the lake. Thursday morning it looked like rain, so we decided to go ahead and pull the boat out and spend the day at the house. Suzie and Angela went to town for a while, but I was reading Kendra's latest book and decided to stay and read. It was nice to have some time alone. Sometimes you need that.
I had my guitar and amp with me, and I played by myself off and on and then we had a little sing along on Wednesday evening. Nobody got drunk that night, so we were pretty tame, really. We watched Australia on Thursday and then had steaks cooked on the grill for dinner--at about 10:30! I didn't sleep very well that night and dozed a bit on the drive home. Actually, the only drinking I did was a margarita on the lake on Wednesday which made me feel like crap the rest of the afternoon. Drinking during the day just doesn't work for me.
Of course, the best part was getting home to my own bed and my sweetie! I know they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I've always been pretty fond of him whether I've been absent or not!
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