Yes indeed, I lost my wedding ring while at my friends' cottage a few weeks ago and need to tell the world my story.
My wife was at home that weekend, busy with work, while this mouse played. After a few wobbly pops, a few of us decided to go swimming at around midnight. I didn't stray far from the dock as I can swim as well as a boulder. As I swam I had to fix my aqua socks, those rubber-soled sock/shoes that protect your feet from the bottom of the lake, as they were a little big for me and the foot action made them slide off slightly. Well, we stood on top of a small surf board as tried to surf on the calm lake. Did I mention the wobbly pops? We had enough fun and it was getting cold so we came in and dried off by the fire.
I grabbed a beer and as habit, attempted to click my wedding ring on the beer bottle. Being a drummer, I'm always tapping with my fingers. This time there was no sound on the bottle. I slowly looked at my hand and saw no ring. Holy crap! I could feel the heart attack a comin'. I quietly announce to everyone around the fire that I lost my ring. The world stopped for a second and everyone thought I was joking until they saw the look on my face. FYI: I have lost 20 pounds this summer so the ring is a bit loose. Everyone got up and tried to find this gold band in the middle of the night using one flashlight. I had no idea where it had come off so we searched the pea-gravel pathway from the house to the dock. Can you say needle in a haystack? We decided to give up the search for the night and try again tomorrow. Their condolences poured over me and I was dejected. I told my friend Bonnie, who seemed just as heart-broken as I was, that I could buy another one just like it but it just wouldn't be the same. People started to go to bed but I was in no mood for sleep, so, I stayed up all night with my buddy Roon and he tried to take my mind off it with some more beers.
The hours passed and the sun eventually came up. I tried another search for it around the cottage, inside the cottage, around the dock and I looked into the lake from the dock but to no avail. I had resigned myself to the fact that the ring was lost.
Bonnie awoke and took her 2 kids down for a morning swim while I had my breakfast. Everyone was awake at this point and out on the deck. I finished my breakfast and joined the group on the deck when all of a sudden, Bonnie yells out, "Paul, what do I get if I find your ring?" I yell back, "The world is your oyster. Anything you want!" She then says that she may have found it. I sprint down from the deck to the dock and see her wearing goggles and diving to the bottom of the lake. It's only about 4 feet where she was but she was in the vicinity of where I spent most of the time in the water that night. She comes up for a breath and says that she thinks she sees it. My heart pounds with anticipation as she dives down again. A few seconds later (it seemed like hours though) her hand shoots out of the water holding my ring. I shit myself! I yell to the gang on the deck that Bonnie found the ring and she gets out of the water to hugs galore. She tells me that she had to find it because she hated the look on my face last night. I slap the ring on my finger and thank her immensely for another 10 minutes. I owe Bonnie one...if not three! I realize that as I was adjusting my aqua socks, the ring must have been knocked off my finger. Damn aqua socks!
Melanie, my wife, was quite amused by this when I told her all about my adventure. Thank God for the happy ending. Quick check...yes, it's still on my finger.
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