Tubing Excursion

It's quarter of seven on Saturday night, and I'm seriously considering going to bed.

Lame? Probably, but I'm exhausted. After my first-ever tubing trip, complete with gorgeous skies and not-so-gorgeous sunburn, I've had about as much fun for one day as I can stand.

Last week's tubing was something of a mixed bag. Lightning made the three-hour float a bit iffy, and I heard that a few of the smarter folks who got out of the water during the worst part of the storm were accidentally left behind when the buses began the 40-minute trip back to campus. We were hoping for better weather this weekend, and waking up to rain didn't bode well for the day, but by the time we reached the river, the sun had come out full force. Tubes were passed around, cooler tubes were rented, and several dozen law students--and probably as many beers--set off down the James.

The party fractured quickly into clumps of folks around coolers and smaller clumps of folks who wanted no part of the Natty Light. Suffice it say that "Shotgun Island" has nothing to do with firearms, there's great amusement in watching the inebriated try to tube down rapids, and I had no idea how high alcohol tolerance could go. At the end of the day, we were all a little sunburned (no surprise here), and some of the 1Ls were at least a little buzzed, but we survived low water levels and swarms of mating dragonflies, and it seems like everyone had a good time.

Classiest tubing accompaniment: brie and baguettes
Sketchiest tubing accompaniment: a cooler half-filled with punch, to be consumed via turkey baster
Best sunburn: to be determined