lomography geography: lake version

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

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I've never been a "lake person". I don't know about the other 49 states, but in Oklahoma, there are those who would assign a negative stereotype to "lake people", labeling some of them as lazy drunk-os with nothing better to do than float through dirty water in an inner-tube, koozied beer in hand, "Cheeseburger in Paradise" blaring from the boat's speakers.

Now, I wouldn't count my good friend Brett among such a group, which is a bit odd since he is, indeed, very much a "lake person", in that the lake is his second home and his boat is worth more than his brand new truck.  Last summer, when I was home from Europe on a break from work, Brett invited me to the lake and I declined on account of my not being a “lake person". Somewhere between last summer and this one, however, I decided that I wanted to see this illusive lake for myself, since Brett and company frequent its waters a few times monthly.

Brett comes from a generous family who regularly offers their lake residence to visitors, "lake people" or not. Despite being told I'd never be offered another lake invitation after formally rejecting the first, I received a Hogwarts letter of a text message a couple of weeks ago, informing me that I had, remarkably, been re-added to the guest list.

During the 3 or 4 hour drive there, we discussed what would and would not warrant an invitation back to the lake. At that point, I was already having enough fun to stop acting unimpressed and began plotting ways to guarantee a return ticket. I told Brett, "When I was little, I would always cry on the last day of trips. It didn't matter if it was a two-week trip or a weekend trip, I'd always get so sad on the last day. If I cry on the way home, will that help?" Brett answered, ever so poignantly, "Actually, I think that'd be a reason not to invite you back."

I didn't cry a single time during this trip, I'll have you know (unless crying from laughter counts). Whether or not I made the cut for the next lake excursion, though, only time will tell...

9 comments:

whatevergatsby.com said...

i am dying over " hogwarts acceptance letter of a text". too perfect. if i use that all that time from now, should i add your trademark?

also, is it sad that i gawked the most over that texas toast? probs. whatever. yolo, or something.

Pretzel Thief said...

Ooh, I looooove me some lakes. That might have smthg to do with the fact I lived about an hour away from the amazeballs Plitvice Lakes, and that the bulk of my honeymoon involved being in New Zealand's Queenstown, which has one of the most stunning (and large) lakes I've ever feasted eyes on. Seriously, it was like the Adriatic Sea. Siiiiiiigh.

Glad you had a blast and wishing you many more shiny-happy times ahead!

Jennifer said...

Why does this post only have 2 comments? I feel like these are the best pictures ever posted! This camera...so cool. Is it a Diana?

Jennifer said...

Actually, I just googled Diana and that's not what this is, cleary. Though now I want a Diana.

Jenna@The Life of the Wife said...

Gorgeous pics! I agree with the above comments! Makes me want to go to the lake..now!!

Cathryn @ My Heart's Content said...

I'm in green-eyed envy. I love lakes, especially in Switzerland...and I'm in the middle of a lake-hankering moment this week. Glad you had such a good time.

Juliette said...

Looks like so much fun! Those pictures are great, very 70's!
Lomo is awesome :)

Jess said...

gotta love the lake! we just got back from lake powell in Utah. and its beautiful!

Emily said...

I'm not sure what it says about me that floating in an inner tube holding a koozied beer sounds phenomenal to me... Sans the Cheeseburger in Paradise, obvi. I'd go with some Waylon or Hank. Or Call Me Maybe. (guilty pleasj)