I didn’t leave much time for myself to write tonight. I was on a boat. We were burning gas by the gallons, and I was hanging with the men, wakesurfing.
Lake nights are few and far in between. I try to sneak in one night a week as a staple, and I try to make it a standard for my summer life. I’ll never pass one up if I can help it.
It doesn’t have to be a man night. It just so happens tonight turned into one. I’ll take it either way. All I know is that I love to wakesurf and spend summer nights on the water.