Party Weekend

In celebration of the very last day I shall ever be 37, my girlfriends and I are going rafting down the torrential, freezing, death-defying Boise River. No doubt, this would be a splendid photo opportunity. However, I am not planning to take a camera along in such threatening conditions. I may endanger my existence, but never my technology.
The trek we'll be taking is, in fact, a leisurely 6-mile-ride.
The forecast promises a day near one hundred degrees, and that is as it must be. Any cooler, and the water is unpleasantly frigid. As it is, we will likely spend a great deal of time seeking to avoid the water itself. We'll rent a raft and oars, and we'll take along a cooler. Sunscreen will be liberally applied. Then, we'll begin the hilarity.
Lisa is coming along as our in-raft safety technician. She will be the only adult on the river in a life vest, and she'll carry along a cell phone in a Ziploc bag for emergencies.
Jenine-the-wise will no doubt cause Lisa no end of concern by daredevil acts like jumping off of bridges and cliffs along the way.
Kara will whine about the cold, and will avoid all rowing, as that would be hard work.
I will laugh at them, and with them. I intend to have a glorious time.
Like a 5-year-old, I have had my swimming suit on since I got up this morning. I have the cooler packed, and my sunscreen on. I am watching the minutes slowly plod on, and I can't seem to will the clock to go faster.
I love my birthday!