They seem so perfect. This golden couple. Be who soared so fast and high. She who dazzled

down below. And their life? Well, it was a dream come true. Their plentiful money appeared

as if from thin air. And from their mansion, French at hostile. They cared for their children,

collected fine things and lived well-earned success out loud. In fact, it could be said

that on land and in the water and in the air. Marcus and Michelle Schrinker made waves,

perhaps of envy, among those less lucky in life. And then, ah yes. And then.

The stage on which this bizarre place soared then crashes itself apart of the story, sort

of nautical cul-de-sacs surrounded by the kind of places a person can truly live large.

The locals even have a nickname for the cheesy reflection of a less sober time, cocktail

cove. Little less frothy these days, perhaps, but once upon a time, particularly in a certain

imitation chateau. It was shaken and stirred.

Some a weekend in the warm summer sun, cocktail cove on the geist reservoir outside Indianapolis

is the place to be. The lake is man-made as is the life. The water sports, the boating,

the sense of achievement, lubricated in sun-tan oil, new money, and an all day happy hour.

Former Indianapolis television personality Pat Carleini lives here.

About every other house has a pool and a hot tub. A lot of parties. They have a lot of fun.

I think the people are very work hard all week long. It comes Friday. It's the weekend.

They want to play. They play hard.

Almost gives you an idea for a TV show or something.

That's been talked about a lot. The whole desperate housewives feel. They've dubbed the streets

with stereo lane. I can totally see a reality show, you know, the geist gals.

But there was one of those geist gals. Pat and the neighbors didn't see very often.

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