Tubing

Tubing on the Comal. When I say tubing, I mean sitting listlessly in your stationary tube in a motionless "river" listening to drunkards and Cletuses sing with their makeshift stereos floating beside them, blasting there country music. And despite that fact that my posse, not double date,  deserted me for over an hour to go down the fun rapids, I had a pretty darn tootin fun time, I'll tell you what.

I remained the only one that didn't slip and fall into the river while trying to get in or out. I got the steady footing of a giraffe.

YAY!