Ride it like you stole it
I wrote last week about National Friendship Day, which was Saturday, and how my girlfriends and I were going to spend the weekend celebrating at a lake cabin here in the great state of Texas.
What I have always known is that friends bolster us up, encourage us and make us believe in ourselves.
What I didn’t know was that it is possible to add something to my bucket list, and cross it off ... on the same day ... because my friends had my back.
One of my life’s highlights certainly happened during the trip, as it often does. And the only reason I’m writing about it is because I’m 68.3 percent sure I didn’t do anything illegal. That I know of.
As it happened, a few of us were floating in the lake on blow up inner tubes, when what should float by in the middle of the lake but a lone surfboard.
I think you know where I’m going with this, so I’ll skip to the part where I am now laying on it to get some sun because I have no idea what to do with this surfboard. Also, it was large enough and flat enough to hold cold beverages as we floated and respectfully awaited the owner’s arrival.
It didn’t happen.
What did happen though, was a woman floated by about an hour later standing on a surfboard using an oar to glide across the middle of the lake. And she was standing up like a Venetian gondola pilot.
A lightbulb went off in my head that was so bright I almost fell off my stolen-ish surfboard. I knew I had to find an equally lost/missing oar, which I miraculously found in an undisclosed location.
After a pep rally with my very best buddies and some assistance at becoming one with the board, they literally held my beer while I surfed for the first, but not the last, time in my life.
I am a fifty-three-and-a-half year-old woman, and I learned a new trick. Sure, I did it with semi-stolen/mostly-borrowed items, but I did it and I had the best cheering section.
My girls were yelling for me from the lake and the deck as I sped by to make a victory lap. A bunch of encouraging strangers on a dock a half a mile away across the lake cheered me on as I pumped the oar I hoped they didn’t recognize in the air and sang “O Sole Mio” at the top of my lungs.
My children would have been so embarrassed, but not my friends. They were proud of me, probably because they don’t carry my DNA.
I encourage you to grab a friend and try something new, even something you didn’t know would be fun. And, try to stay out of jail in the process.