Feeling Lucky's

I've been asked to write a little something about my recent vacation to Lake Ouachita. Never wanting to let the people down, I was simply stalling so my friend LJ could send me a few pictures from our trip. Amazingly, my camera only has three pictures. And LJ only has pictures from our first night in Hot Springs and none from the actual boat trip. So, here we go:

We started the first evening at a place called Lucky's in Hot Springs. I love these girls. Although you wouldn't guess it by the apprehensive look on my face, or the fact that I'm gently placing my hand on LJ's shoulder as if she has a contagious skin disease. But these ladies round out my list of favorite people.

This also happened to be the night that Lauren (right) wore a wooden bracelet that gave her a rash. The bracelet ended up being mine because it does not give me a rash. Three cheers for Lauren's dermis. I've gotten so many compliments.

It was a fun night out on the town, however LJ did what she always does and ordered a round of Red Headed Sluts (a shot starring Crown Royal). I don't know when it became all the rage to make shots the size of cocktails, but I'm really not a fan. I'm not a good gulper. But I took it like a champ and a lady. See, my pinkie is raised.


You would think after downing such a refreshing bev, that LJ would look a little happier about it. I'll admit, those sluts bite. It's not very often that I'm in a crowd and look around to realize I'm one of the best dancers in the place. Maybe it's a side effect of the mineral water, but people in Hot Springs can't dance.

After waiting two hours for our pepperoni pizza and a few drinks, we decided to head back to the hotel. It's an old place that's most likely haunted. I believe that despite the concierge saying the hotel has no ghost stories. BORING. If I'm paying to sleep on a dumpy mattress, the least you can do is lie to me. So, we roamed the halls for a bit in search of Al Capone. We didn't find him and instead opted to scare ourselves by walking back to our rooms saying "Red Rum" like the creepy little boy in "The Shining."

This was a perfect, hilarious start to our weekend, and I'll tell you about the rest of the trip tomorrow.