April Fools

Happy first of April. I hope your day is prank free and wonderful. As I thought about what to write in the blog today, the obvious choice sprang to my head . . . Beach Bum and the buds. April Fools. No seriously. April Fools. I mean - look at em. Okay, they're not fools and technically it wasn't April, it was March. Work with me here. It was just last week - close enough.

You see, a week ago Beach Bum and his buds decided to have "guys night Inn". (I just had to do my little play on words there) We had no guests for the night so the guys stayed here instead of their cottage 30 miles away. So here I was with Beach Bum, my brother-in-law Scooter and Magnum PU. (Don't ask) Names have been changed to protect the guilty. They had so much fun. I loved watching them in action. Nothing like being the only female in a house full of hunks.

I don't know about you, but I am in awe of men when they get together. It cracks me up. The high fives, the back slaps, yucking it up in general. They went for beers and wings, then came back, cranked the stereo and danced around playing their air guitars.

On occasion I would come downstairs from my self imposed banishment to the 3rd floor residence to see how the guys were doing. (And sneak some incriminating photos!) I even got to join them for dinner. Note: They knew I was taking the photos. It didn't stop them. Nothing did. Not when the glasses in the bar started shaking. Not when I went outside to see how loud the music was out there and came back in and said, "the ice fisherman are boogying down with ya". Not even when I threatened to grab the mop handle and sing back up.

After he finished playing the "couch piano" (we have a real one but Beach Bum only knows three cords), Beach Bum made a wonderful dinner for everyone - steak au poivre, baked potatoes fully loaded, salad, and red wine.

Following dinner, the guys collapsed and watched sports into the wee hours. Here' my brother-in-law "Scoot" making sure no one steals the leather chair in front of the big screen tv.


In the wake of the "Guys Night Inn", I felt compelled to write yet another little diddy in honor of Beach Bum and his buds . . . April Fools . . . day.

Manly Men

I love to watch when full grown men
Act like they’re a child again

Professionals at work each day
But oh, when they decide to play

They look for ways to beat the stress
Do silly things to decompress

There’s burping, farting, air guitar
And drinking at the local bar

Stereo blasting, pounding base
Sporting their best “rocker” face

Cracking jokes and telling tales
The boyish charm of full grown males

Grow up? Well some men never do
Their childhood days are never through

But, oh, the men who always strive
To keep the boy in them alive

~ Lady of the Lake

Hey Scoot & Magnum - you can never stay here again. Just kidding. April Fools.

Love,
The Lady of the Lake