Just got back from a two week east coast swing full of family, friends, golf, mountains, rivers, humidity, lobsters, drinks, late nights, hangovers, sunsets, sunburns and laughs.

My trip was capped off with my buddy's east coast wedding reception in New Hampshire. Since he and his wife were wed on a Wyoming Mountain in the presence of only a few friends and family, they decided to go big time for a belated reception at their family's farm near Squam lake.

The Kennedy compound has nothing on this place. A few thousand acres situated on a beautiful lake, with a few barns, a few houses, a few tennis courts and ample fields to set up tents.

About 150 people came to the event. After drinks, hors d'oervres, slide shows, speeches, ryhmes, raps, a band, and additional tomfoolery, all the drunk young people went to the boat house to go skinny dipping. Which was a relative shitshow considering there were over 40 young drunkards, and the boat house boasts a 50 foot water-slide from the top of the roof into the lake... The roof is at a 45 degree angle meaning the speed generated on the slide when you're sitting on your bareass is above average.

Anyway, boobs were bouncing, wangs were flailing, it was too dark to see and it was a blast. Don't knock it 'til you try it.