25 July 2007 | Owls on a Raft
Mary Messhausen and I needed some time off. So when our gingerheaded photographer friend Kyle offered to take us to his cottage right by the water, it sounded like the perfect opportunity to leave the busy city behind.
When we arrived at the cabin we found that run-down raft laying by the lakeside. In a heartbeat we hopped on the makeshift vessel. After the first excitement wound down and the fishing was done, we totally chilled out on the raft. So chilled out that we fell asleep.
After what must have been at least an hour we woke up and could barely see the coast. We felt like the biggest gaytards ever.
Watch the desperation unfold after the jump.
Photos by Kyle Tryhorn. Mary’s dress by JOFF.

Owls on a raft, before the nap

Where is the coastguard when you need it most?

How will we ever get back to the cottage?










glad there were no white sharks. you would have kicked their asses though.
nzingha | 25 July 2007 | 7:54like a summer version of Titanic! my favorite movie…but with a hint of Harry Potter, my other favorite movie.
pandy | 25 July 2007 | 9:04for me it´s like the most stylish “LORD OF THE FLIES” impersonation! I´d love to find me a rainbow myself … where do you find these things?
K
krull | 25 July 2007 | 10:00must be nice to actually be INVITED to the cottage. anyways i would have said no. okay so i wish you drowned. i’m still not thinking rationally.
kevin h | 25 July 2007 | 10:20papa likey
maomedog | 25 July 2007 | 13:33Take the hint already Kevin H!
Kevin | 25 July 2007 | 16:32You need some retro Baywatch Babe…..like myself.
Chanda | 25 July 2007 | 22:52ohhh, it looks so beautiful over there. and your outfits, too.
doc nancy | 26 July 2007 | 4:00Chanda hon, I know you would have come to our rescue. I guess you would have oiled your legs again to make them cut through water like a fish, right?
produzentin | 26 July 2007 | 8:20xoxo
Löve the last pic. Lady Messhausen looks so graceful. Get her and her dress home safe, Party Mama.
Bitz | 26 July 2007 | 14:55Thank you Prodi for towing my ass back to shore, I’m still recovering from a semi-serious case of sun stroke.
…and who are you callin’ a wreck? gaytard.
Mary Messhausen | 26 July 2007 | 17:30Chanda would have fried in the sun with her oiled legs, but Chanda is impervious to minor dramas like drifthing away from shore. As she does not experience biological functions like mere mortals, and survives on a diet of vodka (which she always smuggles under her corset), she would probably have saved you two ho bags merely by waving her man sized mitts in the water, and creating a tsunami, delivering you safely home.
Chanda | 26 July 2007 | 23:52I like how Mary Messhausen looks as though she’s holding the sky in place… it’s like you are Stockard Channing slapping the hand of God on the Sistene Chapel in Six Degrees of Separation - the second most memorable scene in that movie (the first being Will Smith’s gay sex scene).
Kevin | 27 July 2007 | 10:08dear loveley mermaid´s miss you all.
ruth | 30 July 2007 | 6:11In that last shot, looks like Mary’s leg must’ve been bitten off by Produzentin . . . er…Jaws!! . . . when she fell asleep in the water.
ky ky | 31 July 2007 | 21:28dear ky ky, I don’t eat chopsticks, I use them.
produzentin | 1 August 2007 | 20:17xoxo
FYI, my chopstick legs are insured for 1.5 million dollars. Eat your heart out Jamie Lee Curtis..
Mary Messhausen | 2 August 2007 | 16:57How much is your deductible? Do you have to go for an assessment on your birthday ever year? And if both of your legs are insured for $1.2 million, that means each leg is only worth a paltry $600,000 each - assuming one leg isn’t worth more than the other. That’s nothing when you consider the Lord of The Dance guy’s legs are insured for ₤25 million and Keith Richard’s hand alone is insured for ₤1 million. I, of course, had my ass insured in 1989 when I discovered I was able to fart “How Much Is That Doggie in the Window?”, capturing the hearts of millions.
Kevin | 3 August 2007 | 12:12