Sunday Skiing

We all looked hung over Sunday morning, because we all were. 

Jed made a big breakfast for everyone, which was nice. 

I drank coffee, and gazed out the window, as my first joint kicked in. 

It really is beautiful up there by the lake. Jed’s grandfather built the cottage however long ago and it had been in his family ever since.

George and Chip came out like they were best buddies and drank coffee and ate a big breakfast. I don’t know, they seemed more chummy than usual.

“One guess why they looked so pleased with themselves,” said Jed.

“Do you reckon?” I asked.

“A-ha,” said Jed.

“I told you last night,” said Evan.

“And what about you two?” said Jed.

“Evan’s my baby bro,” I said. “Isn’t that illegal.”

“It hasn’t stopped the two of you in the past, if I remember rightly.”

“Have you been telling secrets, Ev,” I asked.

“Nah, unless there is video evidence, it never happened,” said Evan. “hey, big bro.”

“Oh, stop it, you two,” said Jed. “You are getting me going.”

Luke and Jared continued the philosophical discussions they’d been having over breakfast

“Is it a feeling, a choice, or a practice?” ask Luke.

“I think for some people it is definitely a practice?’ said Jared. “They go from one lover straight to the next.”

“Do you think we chose it with some people, but not with others?” said Luke.

“Yeah, sure, I think it definitely can depend on what is going on in the rest of the persons life, that makes a choice more viable, or less viable.”

“And a feeling?” said Luke.

“In what sense?”

“That, I guess, someone can just be over whelmed, by the feeling of love as soon as they meet someone?”

“Are you talking love at first sight, kind of thing?”

“Yes,” said Luke.

“Oh yeah, sure, but I think that is probably less common.”

“How so?”

“Well, I think we find love the more we get to know someone,” said Jarred.

“You know, you two do remember that you are married,” I said.

“Two other people,” said Evan.

Luke looked at Jarred, and Jarred looked at Luke, and they both smiled.

“What is the nature of love?” asked Luke.

“Does it have to be exactly the same for everyone?” asked Jarred.

“Nicely avoided,” said Evan.

“It’s too early for me,” I said.

Carl seemed out of sorts, so I went and sat with him. He said he was fine. I don’t know, what can you do if they say they are fine.

“You okay, Carl?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Not too gay for you?”

“Too gay,” said Carl. “I was bought up by two dads.”

“Is that true?”

“Yeah, sure it is,” said Carl. “I thought all guys had boyfriends until I was older than you’d think.”

“That’s funny.”

“I thought there was something wrong with me when I had feelings for a girl in my class.”

“Really?”

“My two dads had to sit me down and explain to me that it was perfectly normal to have feelings for a girl.”

“And that you weren’t some freak?”

“No.”

“As unnatural as those feelings were.”

Carl laughed. “Yes, of course.”

Right at the moment, Chip and George were making for the door. “All aboard who’s going aboard,” said Carl.

“We’re taking off in a matter of minutes,” said George.

“As opposed to what you took off last night?” said Jed.

“What?” said Geroge.

“You know, when you had your engines running then?” said Trent.

Chip blushed.

“Take no notice of them,” said George.

And the two of them left the shack.

We skied all morning. Chip and George started skiing earlier than the rest of us, just dressed in a pair of tight shorts each.

Jed, Trent, Evan and I all headed down to the lake in our wetsuits.

“Look at the two super models,” I said. There was Chip and George standing in front of us in little shorts looking like they’d just stepped out of the Mardi Gras party.

“It’s not cold,” said Chip.

“This is fourplay, you know that, don’t you,” said Jed.

“I wish you’d run your boat engine instead of your mouth,” said George.

“You motor boated him?” said Jed. He looked at Chip.

“You guys,” said Luke. He and Jarrad were heading down towards us.

“Play nice,” said Jarrad.

“Yeah, come on, who wants the first ski?” said Trent.

“I will,” I said.

“Okay, Josh is first,” said Trent. “You’d better go after him, Evan, since Ben isn’t here to take up his rear.”

“Sure,” said Evan.

Chip started his motor. Blue smoke rose off the outboard engine.

Trent started his motor. Smoke rose from that engine too.

“Thunderbirds are go,” said Jarrad.

We skied all morning. I don’t think either boat was out of action for very long at all, all morning.

Fat Daisy arrived at lunch time, with her fat, gay bother, Pugsley. They arrive in Pugsley’s BMW 650i convertible, which gave Chip and Trent car stiffies. Let’s be honest all the boys were boning up over Pugsley’s car. New. Red. Daisy and Pugsley arrived with buckets of chicken, which we ate for lunch. Daisy bought buns and pastries from her bakery for after.

“G’day Losers,” said Daisy. “We bought nourishment.”

Everyone kissed Daisy hello.

“You all know Bubba,” said Daisy. Everyone called Pugsley Bubba.

“Yeah, sure,” we all said.

“You can kiss him too,” said Daisy.

So, we all kissed Pugsley hello.

Fat Daisy was a remarkably good water skier. She just got up first try and off she went like a fucken champ. Pugs was really a beginner, and he needed extra attention. Trent was really patient with him. I stood on the shore taking the opportunity to smoke a splif with Ev. 

We were fucked by Sunday night, and after a few well rolled joints, and a few bottles of wine, we were all really quite mindless sitting around.

Jed cooked a feast for dinner.

“Honestly Jed, I don’t know how you do it?”

“I’ve been cooking for a very long time.”

“Do you think we sound old now a days.”

“What, cooking for a very long time quip?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Twenty years is a fair chunk of my life.”

“I guess it is.”

“And there is one thing you can’t stop…”

“Time,” I said.

“No matter how many fillers you have injected into your face.”

“Yeah, true.”

“Now tell everyone dinner is ready,” said Jed. “I hope someone has set the table.”

“Trent has got that done.”

“He is a prince,” said Jed. “I didn’t just marry him for his good looks.”

“No. I hear.” I held my hands apart about 30 centimetres.

“Oh, stop,” said Jed