Weekend trips are becoming an every week thing it seems & trust me I am not complaining about it- although the bags under my eyes might be a little bit.

This past weekend we rounded up 14 hooligans and traveled down to Lake Mead for a weekend of boating, gambling, and “smoking” each other.

We took a great pit stop in Mesquite to let us all enjoy a little black jack. That night we slept in the trucks and boat in the parking lot… I guess it would be more accurate to say we attempted to sleep while listening to a group of a few dozen fisherman discuss their weekend trip and parking situation over, & over, & over.

We launched the boat at sunrise and set up camp before taking the boat out for the rest of the day.

We also all took turns on a 1980’s jet ski Zach Barnes brought… even though Zac was the only one who wanted to announce he had mastered his skills on the toy I think by the end of the weekend we all agree Kevin is the Jet ski King.

As with most trips, the weekend was over too early and Sunday night five of us clambered off the lake and into Kade’s (who was battling a concussion) truck to head home.