Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Lord help me

This weekend Mr. G and I are forgetting that we are 78 for a few day and we are headed on a little adventure.  We are going white water rafting and spending the weekend in the Berkshires.

(Side note: I am slightly terrified.)

If any of you have seen the terribly funny, somewhat cheesy movie "Without a Paddle" (yes, Seth Green is in it, it is that good), you might remember a line that goes something like this:

"I am a white water rafting river guide!"

"Really?  What class do you do?  IV?  V?"
"Try putting them together.  That's right, class 45."
"Go ahead, lie to me."

It is important to note that "Without a Paddle," as cheesy as it may be, is one of our favorite movies.  We may or may not own it (hint: we definitely do).

It is also important to note that Mr. G's favorite lines from the movie may look a little familiar:

"I am a white water rafting river guide!"

"Really?  What class do you do?  IV?  V?"
"Try putting them together.  That's right, class 45."
"Go ahead, lie to me."

With that said, every time Mr. G and I start talking about our trip this weekend, whether it is about the drive down, the hotel we will be staying at, what we need to wear, or inevitably what we will be eating on this trip (duh), Mr. G somehow manages to bring it back to the rapids we will be hitting, and he starts in with his favorite quote:

"I am a white water rafting river guide!"

"Really?  What class do you do?  IV?  V?"
"Try putting them together.  That's right, class 45."
"Go ahead, lie to me."

I have already heard this quote 31 times since we booked the trip.  And I have a feeling  I will be hearing it at least a few more times between now and Saturday.

If I live through the class 45 rapids I will be back to tell you all about it next week.

Peace out, cub scouts,
Granny

1 comment:

  1. I wish I were a documentary film maker who make documentary films about couples seeking adventure in dangerous ways, wives who were nervous and husbands who were ecstatic at reliving their favorite cheese ball adventure comedies. In other words, I wish you and Mr. G had a reality show and that I (being creepy) got to film it. Think how much he would HATE it! :)

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