When good squirrels go bad...
Jun. 15th, 2002 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cherryWaterskiing and wakeboarding were a blast. Or, at the very least, waterskiing was. I didn't get around to wakeboarding.
I did okay. Not the best in the class, but definitely not the worst. My biggest problem was that I have tiny little mutant hands and feet. The hands made it rather hard to hang on to the bar, and the feet...
Well, my bloody skis kept falling off! There's only so much you can do without skis. The guys told me that there was no reason that I couldn't do this. Except for that I'd have to get custom skis. The problem with one-size-fits-all equipment is that if it doesn't fit you, it's way expensive to get custom made.
The younger guy was especially nice to me. He even got me to spot for him, so I got to ride around in the boat. Pretty cute, and he was tres helpful with the pointers. He's a semi-professional wake boarder, and he told me about a clinic they were having. I do, however, suspect that he may have been hitting on me.
The entire day was just a blast. The water was freezing; and first thing in the morning, we tended to go completely numb just waiting for the boat to come back and pick us up. But it got really, really nice out. The wind died down, the water warmed up, and the sun was nice. The sun loves me, though. It loves me too damn much. I burn very, very easily. I managed to avoid burning my face, arms, and shoulders this time around, but I got my back, the back of my legs, and a nice little belt between the top and bottom of my swimsuit. Could've been worse.
And as for the squirrels... There was a squirrel. L and I named it Winston. KP decided he wanted to get Winston to eat out of his hand. Which he eventually does, by throwing seasoning salt. So Winston edged up slowly, ever so slowly, and bit KP on the hand. Then we got to watch him dance around and scream 'He bit me! The squirrel bit me!'
So SP decided that he was going to get the squirrel, and keep him for a pet, as he'd make a good attack squirrel. Repeat process of getting squirrel to hand. Repeat dance of 'I was attacked by the squirrel! Squirrel bit me! Owowowow!'
Really, highlight of the day. That, and SM managing to throw the younger instructor out of the boat. Slightly amusing in print. If you were there, it was the funniest thing ever. Big (cute) university boy, being wrestled out of the boat by SM, little grade 11 boy.
I'm a bit sore, but it was a blast. Besides, anything that means I don't have to wear clothes all day gets bonus points.
I did okay. Not the best in the class, but definitely not the worst. My biggest problem was that I have tiny little mutant hands and feet. The hands made it rather hard to hang on to the bar, and the feet...
Well, my bloody skis kept falling off! There's only so much you can do without skis. The guys told me that there was no reason that I couldn't do this. Except for that I'd have to get custom skis. The problem with one-size-fits-all equipment is that if it doesn't fit you, it's way expensive to get custom made.
The younger guy was especially nice to me. He even got me to spot for him, so I got to ride around in the boat. Pretty cute, and he was tres helpful with the pointers. He's a semi-professional wake boarder, and he told me about a clinic they were having. I do, however, suspect that he may have been hitting on me.
The entire day was just a blast. The water was freezing; and first thing in the morning, we tended to go completely numb just waiting for the boat to come back and pick us up. But it got really, really nice out. The wind died down, the water warmed up, and the sun was nice. The sun loves me, though. It loves me too damn much. I burn very, very easily. I managed to avoid burning my face, arms, and shoulders this time around, but I got my back, the back of my legs, and a nice little belt between the top and bottom of my swimsuit. Could've been worse.
And as for the squirrels... There was a squirrel. L and I named it Winston. KP decided he wanted to get Winston to eat out of his hand. Which he eventually does, by throwing seasoning salt. So Winston edged up slowly, ever so slowly, and bit KP on the hand. Then we got to watch him dance around and scream 'He bit me! The squirrel bit me!'
So SP decided that he was going to get the squirrel, and keep him for a pet, as he'd make a good attack squirrel. Repeat process of getting squirrel to hand. Repeat dance of 'I was attacked by the squirrel! Squirrel bit me! Owowowow!'
Really, highlight of the day. That, and SM managing to throw the younger instructor out of the boat. Slightly amusing in print. If you were there, it was the funniest thing ever. Big (cute) university boy, being wrestled out of the boat by SM, little grade 11 boy.
I'm a bit sore, but it was a blast. Besides, anything that means I don't have to wear clothes all day gets bonus points.
