Don't know 'bout you guys, but I'm not quite ready to sit down for pleasant tea. If the women want to come over to the lake, and enjoy some real food, and real manly-man company, complete with adventure, then they are welcome. But I'm not gettin' all gussied up and civilized just yet. I'm tellin' ya that the hang-gliders and scuba gear is gonna be a whole bunch more fun, even if we were to give up on harrassing the hot-tub women and their sissy-boy servants. Besides, I think I'd rather sit in the shack and play a game of pool, or spades with you guys, and play the music just a bit too loud. But it's your choice. If you want to just lay around in a hot tub and get a pedicure from some goofball wearing a speedo, be my guest.
I'm headin' back to the he-man-woman-haters shack (you know, that 4800 square foot, two-story log cabin with cable tv(only manly channels allowed), a pool table, a premium air-hockey table, a card table, a fridge full of your favorite beverages, USDA-Prime rib-steaks, all beef hot dogs & brats, and a proper restaurant grade gas stove to cook them on). I might just have to jump into the canoe and do a bit of fishing. If I catch any, I'll take the little beauties over to the hot-tub for the women to clean, heh heh
Seeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North