Me VS Dinghy
First of all, I thought I should inform everyone that I am in California. I thought I told everyone specifically when I was leaving and what not... however, quite a few people have seemed pretty surprised to find out I am no longer in wisconsin (I guess that's what happens when you're friends with a bunch of drunks... I love you all).
So, California is pretty sweet. It's cooler than anticipated. Shorts are kind of unnecessary where I've been staying. I'm going to school a bit further south in the fall so I think it will be warmer there blah blah blah spaghetti.
I went sailing all weekend. 30 miles out on the mighty Pacific Ocean to Catalina. It took 5 hours to get there. It was pretty fun and I didn't get sea sick at all because I am a pirate.
HOWEVER
I did have some drama with the dinghy. A dinghy is a arcane and midevil tool that is used to go from ship to shore. In theory, it should be a very effictive mode of transportation. Unfortunately, this dinghy was not. First, I had to blow up the dinghy. This was hard due to shitloads of foot pumping action. I have been known to do alot of fist pumping during hard rocking sessions. Before this day, however, foot pumping was foreign and unusual and not a skill I cared to master. Anyway (and secondly I should add), upon arrival at Catalina island, I went to shore to gather supplies for the ship (craft/ pirate vessel). On my way to shore, a tsunami sized wave (approximately 2.1 feet tall) swept across my path of travel and splashed me in the ass and soaked my new balance kicks. When I reached dry land and exited the craft, it looked like I pooped my trousers. The third and final blow dealt by this wretched beast of a dinghy happened on the beach. Whilst attempting to push the dinghy out to sea, I lept onto the craft (with the skill, precision, and grace of an olympic gymnist) to give it a final thrust into the water. When my foot made contact with the floor of the dinghy, it sunk straight to the hard beach ground and I tumbled head over heels onto the floor of the dinghy. I could do nothing but lay there in the belly of the beast startled with my legs in the air and my head in the puddle of water from the prior tsunami incident. I finally sat up and gathered my bearings to realize that the entire beach witnessed this event. At this point, I accepted defeat and crowned the dinghy ruler of the sea.
So, California is pretty sweet. It's cooler than anticipated. Shorts are kind of unnecessary where I've been staying. I'm going to school a bit further south in the fall so I think it will be warmer there blah blah blah spaghetti.
I went sailing all weekend. 30 miles out on the mighty Pacific Ocean to Catalina. It took 5 hours to get there. It was pretty fun and I didn't get sea sick at all because I am a pirate.
HOWEVER
I did have some drama with the dinghy. A dinghy is a arcane and midevil tool that is used to go from ship to shore. In theory, it should be a very effictive mode of transportation. Unfortunately, this dinghy was not. First, I had to blow up the dinghy. This was hard due to shitloads of foot pumping action. I have been known to do alot of fist pumping during hard rocking sessions. Before this day, however, foot pumping was foreign and unusual and not a skill I cared to master. Anyway (and secondly I should add), upon arrival at Catalina island, I went to shore to gather supplies for the ship (craft/ pirate vessel). On my way to shore, a tsunami sized wave (approximately 2.1 feet tall) swept across my path of travel and splashed me in the ass and soaked my new balance kicks. When I reached dry land and exited the craft, it looked like I pooped my trousers. The third and final blow dealt by this wretched beast of a dinghy happened on the beach. Whilst attempting to push the dinghy out to sea, I lept onto the craft (with the skill, precision, and grace of an olympic gymnist) to give it a final thrust into the water. When my foot made contact with the floor of the dinghy, it sunk straight to the hard beach ground and I tumbled head over heels onto the floor of the dinghy. I could do nothing but lay there in the belly of the beast startled with my legs in the air and my head in the puddle of water from the prior tsunami incident. I finally sat up and gathered my bearings to realize that the entire beach witnessed this event. At this point, I accepted defeat and crowned the dinghy ruler of the sea.
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