Every year for the past 10 years, a group of people get together in a little corner of Lake Gaston to party their faces off. I have affectionally named them the Lake House Club. It all starts with an invite from the amazing Ryan Ball. If you are lucky enough to get this invite, then comes the hard part. Survive your first visit! For me, my initiation came at the price of being 17 years young and a full bottle of vodka. The story of my epic hangover is still told today.
Throughout the almost 10 year stretch I have been apart of the LHC, I have seen people come and go. We are older and a little wiser. We know our limits, now. And that's okay. We all know now that we don't have to wake up tied to the dock to know it was a good time.
Everything that happens at the Lake House, stays at the Lake House.
Nothing, however, brings people closer than a couple of strong drinks, a body of water, and a couple of good faces.
Here is to all the things we don't remember from the Lake House.
Throughout the almost 10 year stretch I have been apart of the LHC, I have seen people come and go. We are older and a little wiser. We know our limits, now. And that's okay. We all know now that we don't have to wake up tied to the dock to know it was a good time.
Everything that happens at the Lake House, stays at the Lake House.
Nothing, however, brings people closer than a couple of strong drinks, a body of water, and a couple of good faces.
Here is to all the things we don't remember from the Lake House.
Love this. Love you. Love the lake house.
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