Waiting for Flying Fish
I would like to relate to you all an event that occurred this summer of which I have been recently reminded of. I decided I wanted to make it out to the lake one last time with a few of my friends before we all left for college again. So I called up about, you know, maybe 10 or 12 people. But of course, everyone is busy accept Kyle Myers and Doug Baker. Which is no big deal. Doug Baker happens to be one of my best friends. And Kyle Myers happens to be one of my...little brothers best friends. (And he is just about the funniest highschool kid alive). So I end up driving Kyle to Lawrence where the boat was. But no Doug. We waited.
Still no Doug.
We waited for a good 2 hours. (I would not at this point want the reader to misunderstand and think this is a blog trying to berate my good friend Doug. It was out of his control. As I remember he was painting the interior of a house full of hung over college students for his Dad. So what may you ask is the point? well just keep reading.)
So what did Kyle and I do for 2 hours out on my boat? This is my point. We sat around. We fished. (him with his coke bottle and string and I with my fishing rod.) We shared the occasional awkward silence. We then discussed how we can always look back at this event and say "hey remember that time we spent like 2 hourse on your boat?"
Anyway. I felt as though others should be privy to this story which makes me laugh. Mostly because Kyle cracks me up. So I realize many of you won't laugh at it.
Oh and it is also worthy noting that when Doug did arrive we were all attacked by a school of flying fish. It was amazing. Picture all three of us casually floating in the water. First one fish jumped into Dougs face. It didn't really register what was happening. Then another into Kyles. Then an entire throng of these air aspiring fish were appearing and hitting our faces everywhere. Now these were not large fish. In fact no bigger then minnows. But I assure you the feeling was no less then terror.
posted by Mikethelawstudent @ 9:11 PM
3 Comments:
Very entertaining!:) I wish we had more time to spend together when we aren't studying.
*spiderman hand*
End of the freaking world, that's what it was! Those damn fish were crazy. Anyway, I feel like by the time I got to the boat, you and Kyle had had your fun - and I think that's obvious from your blog. I kept expecting my arrival to be the climactic event of the story. But no...it just ended with you saying Kyle was a funny kid. And then I made a guest appearance into the post script. Don't get me wrong, it's okay if I'm not the center of every story. I don't care. Really. (while slowly sharpening a knife, mutters, "Just wait, Kyle Meyers. We'll see how long your one of the funniest kids in highschool....you bastard.")
No, but seriously. When I did get there, I found Mike and Kyle exhausted from the sun, unshaven, wearing dirty sleeveless shirts, and making grunting sounds instead of intelligent speech. "How long have you guys been out here?" Mike turned to me and after a pause said, "About two hours." Kyle just looked at the ground and snickered to himself. "Are you guys okay? It's like you've been out here for two years or something."
I sometimes wonder whether there isn't more to the story. Maybe they got stuck in some sort of time portal and lived the equivalent of two years in the hot sun of Clinton Lake in August. Maybe that's why, whenever I see them together, it's like they're conspiring. Maybe they just saw something in that time portal that they couldn't tell anyone about. What did you see, Mike? (said in high desperate voice) What did you see?
Nice try, Kyle. But I'm not going to let you slip out of this one. I'll be killing you still.
Oh by the way, are you managing for the basketball team? That's what I heard...so I hope it's true. Otherwise you'll able to say, "Ya heard wrong." And then I'd say, "I heard different." And you'd say, "Well ya heard wrong."
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