It’s been awhile since my last trip to the US National Whitewater Center, and it’s starting to show.
First, my face has very quickly reverted to its pasty-pale death-warmed-over hue. For the first time in my life, I FINALLY got a tan — through actual sunlight, not fake-‘n-bake at the tanning salon — and after a few short weeks it immediately vanished. Even the hideous tan lines on my feet, from my rafting sandals, are fading. I used to be embarrassed by them, by now I’m starting to miss them!
Oh, the indignity. I had already been unceremoniously stripped of my Mayor status at the River’s Edge Bar & Grill, the restaurant at the Whitewater Center, but this is too much.
I have GOT to get my ass back out there, stat! This cannot be allowed! And yes, I know the water is INSANELY cold, so I may just go out there to take Puck on a walk ’round the complex, etc. Maybe have lunch at the River’s Edge for old time’s sake, y’know?
And maybe… just maybe… get myself on the final public raft of 2010, which is Saturday, December 4th, 12:00-1:30. C’mon folks, who’s ready to be miserably cold for the sake of silly bragging rights?