Llllllano day 2, Holy Bat Boat

On Sunday we both woke up rather early at the B&B. I don't think either of us slept well; a full-size bed is not that much smaller than an queen but when you tend to sleep like a starfish (or a swastika, as I've also heard it described) it becomes noticeable. We decided to toddle downstairs and see what was for breakfast. The owner was busy in the kitchen but breakfast was not forthcoming for a good while. We sat in the mess hall and chatted amicably with several folks while we waited. Finally it was served around 11am. Damn.

A full sheet pan of homemade biscuits plus another large skillet with even more biscuits was the base. There was a huge pot of chunks of potatoes and onions, and a ton of bacon. Then there were 2 cast-iron skillets full of bacon gravy. It's like I died and went to carb heaven. It was delicious.

I wanted to get a swim in before we left, even though there was no check-out time. Hub was game to go with me, and we waded down the river. Sometimes the going was a little rough, because the river would get narrow and really fast, and it was a challenge not to loose your footing and white-water face-first. Other times it was nice and smooth and fun. We went a ways down and explored sand banks and (what are they when they're not caused by tides) pools and had some May day fun, scaring the fish. We decided to explore upriver, which ended up being a hell of a lot more challenging, because if you lost your footing you ended up going backwards. We went almost up to the dam, which was quite a workout. We floated back to our starting point and loaded up the car and headed home at about 3:30 or so.

We didn't have any time to go home and still make it in time for the (very early) New Moon event, which was dinner at Freebird's and a boat tour of Town Lake and the Congress bridge bat colony. Hub was about ready to curl up in a ball from all the social interaction by this time and was quite a good sport. I didn't have a lot of expectations of the tour, but it was actually quite nice. There were seats for maybe 25 and there was maybe 10 people. It was cool and breezy and our tour guide was quite knowledgeable and talkative. Town Lake is a lot prettier than the name makes it sound, and we do have a charming skyline, though I may be somewhat biased. The Sun set, it got cooler, and the boat arrived at the bridge just in time to see the little critters start pouring out by the zillions. He even maneuvered us so that the bats were between us and a street light, so that we could see the light shining through their little webbed wings. I was quite impressed, even though I was a bit worried that I was going to be pooped on. Mielikki is not the Scat Man. Anyway we got home around 10pm and went straight to bed and zonked out after that.

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I noticed that Beltane is this friday- and lo, I work Fridays. I have no idea how the hell that happened. Anyway, I asked him if I could skip out early. He asked if anyone else had asked off that day, and of course someone had. Then he had a not-so-subtle reflection that it was such a pain in the ass to try to get out of work early on a Friday, and that it was easier for everyone involved for one to just develop a sudden illness and tell a random supervisor that they're going home to nurse themselves back to health. So he basically told me to just leave sick. That will be less funny when I call in sick for all of next Friday to go to Becca's camp-out. That will be the fourth Friday in a row I haven't worked the full day (last week was Lllllano, then there was the whole Mom hearing aide cluster-fuck). Oh well. Boss also told me that he wasn't going approve any more leave for me ever, and that if he had to be here I had to be here. He was very obviously kidding. My boss, what a card.