Sometimes it's Nice to Get Away

Kirsten and I went to Lake of the Ozarks this past weekend, just as a getaway. Her parents are owners in a timeshare chain, and the company (Worldmark by Wyndham, for those wondering) has a joint on the waterfront at the lake. So we asked her parents to spend some points (not money, because you buy points, just like a meal plan) and put us up for two nights. They complied, and so we went.

It was a good weekend, if a little cold, since it's after labor day. A light mist hung over the area on Saturday, but no complaints - we managed to get in some fun times, including Kirsten's first trip to a cave. Ever.

Bridal Cave, outside of Camdenton, Missouri, is famous because people get married there. Not us, mind you - we were just there on the tour. But it's a very pretty cave, if a little bit over-lighted. They even installed lights in crevices 30 feet off of the trail to provide mood lighting. Very weird.

The tour was a ranger, Kirsten, me, and a family of four. The mom and dad had gotten married in the cave several years before...many several years before, since they had a teenage son and didn't strike me as the kids-before-marriage kind. Anyway, their younger son was dumb as a box of rocks. He asked the question, "What's that?" which is fine in a cave - if you've never heard of a stalactiflat before, you're likely to be confused about it. But when you point to an electrical junction box and a bundle of wires and ask what it is, and then get told "It's an electrical box for the lights," and then say, "Why?" and you're in a cave full of lights and there's already been a demonstration of what total darkness is, maybe, just maybe, you're reading below grade level. That's all I'm saying.

We went jet-skiing Sunday morning, and Kirsten took a tumble, losing her sunglasses in one of the coves on the lake. It was a shame, and she seemed kinda bummed, but then she went and leapt over the wake of a large 40-foot cruiser. And, I have to admit, I have never been as attracted to Kirsten as I was when she took the initiative to do something as dumb, foolish, ridiculously dangerous and out-of-character as try to run a jetski over a 5-foot-deep wave and trough.

But, all things aside, the best point of the weekend was this quote:
"Sloppy seconds are not cool!"
-Kirsten, explaining why she'd never do a threesome involving two guys.