Sunday, March 6, 2016

The year of “The Screamer”

Almost Holiday Again

We returned to Lake Shelbyville after our first year. We also booked a room at Almost Holiday. We arrived earlier and checked in. The smell of curry pervaded the lobby. The ice machine still had the “ask for ice” sign meaning they would dump an ice cube tray for you.

Paul was checking in when one of us (me) made the comment something like, “Did you ever notice there are no dogs or cats in the neighborhood?” This coupled with the smell of the reception started our speculation as to how they were cooking them.

 I was somewhat better prepared for rain in that I had purchased a rain suit from Farm and Fleet to replace my poncho.  Actually it was more of a rain slicker, as it was bright yellow and didn’t fit well. Paul and Don could not resist telling me how much I looked like Big Bird and I should head back to Sesame Street.

Our day of fishing was pretty uneventful. By that I mean we didn’t catch many fish. After fishing all day, we decided to go in early and get some dinner.  Jibby’s steak house had a great reputation so we decided to clean up and head in.

When we found Jibby’s it was pretty busy. We found a table, Paul went to wash up. He came back and said “Guys, you won’t believe what they have in the restroom. They have a condom machine and it has something called “The Screamer”.This had to be investigated so I went to check it out. “The Screamer” was a studded cock ring.

After we finished the meal, I decided we needed to get one for Paul. I told Don to distract Paul, while I went back to the restroom. I made the purchase and gave it to Paul when we returned to the hotel. Paul has been forever known by us as “The Screamer”.

 This trip was different because we had sworn off Southern Comfort. However, Don brought some George Dickel which did not go down smoothly, but did keep us laughing.


We headed back on Sunday and actually turned the right way. We decided we should do this every year and returned to work telling everyone what a great time we had.  When asked about the number of fish we caught I said “It isn’t about the fishing”

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