Frisco Kids

We just got back from a very fun weekend at a friend's cabin in Frisco. We went up there with the Laras, McCrarys, Urbachs, and Houghton/Hudsons. We were planning on skiing but everyone drank a little too much on Friday night and we never made it to the slopes. The guys' poker game that night lasted until the wee hours of the morning and there was one interesting non-monetary bet made that night. On Saturday, we ended up nursing our sore heads by napping and watching movies all day. That afternoon, Joe, Ryan, and I made a trip to Dairy Queen and were endlessly entertained by the staff and customers. We got parfaits and sat like sardines in this odd booth placed in the middle of the store facing the cash registers. It was the most bizarre trip to DQ I have ever experienced. There was a militant cook, who must have been a distant relative of the Soup Nazi, shouting out people's orders, a pregnant women telling her to shut up, kids running around, and Joe, Ryan, and I providing commentary while trying to guess peoples orders. Saturday night, the girls decided that it was their turn to drink too much. I have never seen so many glasses of wine and strawberry margaritas spilled. We played Catchphrase and Cranium, and at the end of the night, John decided to "pay up" on his bet from the previous night. So all of a sudden, John comes running out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and Sorel boots. When he hit the door, the towel dropped, and a buck ass naked John goes running around the cabin for the required three laps. The girls were all hollering, and I think John survived the few falls (ouch...brrrr) he had running through the snow. It is not every day that you see a neurosurgeon who is the father of two go streaking.