I’m all for adventure. Well, controlled adventure. I suppose I’ve never been much for thrill seeking and living on the edge. Hmm, ok not true... I went on the Cyclone in Coney Island, but I try to block that memory out. But, we are on vacation, so I decided to throw caution to the wind and be all that I could be. Actually I just really didn’t want Jay to call me a pussy all week. Last year when it was just me and Meredith, the craziest thing we did was to not flip over on the beach chair, but this year Jay is stuck with us and doesn’t much appreciate just laying around all day. Apparently the effort that goes into the fine art of tanning doesn’t interest him. On his list of things for us to do: wave running, parasailing, scootering, dirt biking, and swimming in the little pond in Meredith’s dad’s complex. Since we immediately nixed that last one citing the probability of alligators lurking in there, we ended up agreeing to wave running and parasailing. Let it be known that I have previously done neither of these activities, so I think my adventure quota for the next couple of years has been met, if not exceeded...
There was absolutely no way I was getting on the back of Jay’s wave runner, and also probably no way I should have gotten my own, so Meredith and I decided to ride together. She’s been on one before so I let her drive first and I sat behind her and basically put her in a strangle hold. We thought we were the biggest bad asses going like 40 mph as Jay zoomed by doing like 60, standing up, waving, and doing turns. Yup, fully would have died riding with him. Died or been thrown into the ocean, or both. Well now that I’d done that, I was starting to feel like I was invincible. Parasailing, sure why not!? 1200 feet? 2 dips? Bring. It. On. It’s not like I don’t like heights or anything. Jay had $20 on me freaking out up there, but besides the fact that my feet were turning purple from the cold, I was a trooper! There’s still no f’ing way I’m getting in that little pond though...
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