So I was reminded of this story after a conversation with my friend Lindsay tonight.
3 years ago when I was still living in Orlando her family was visiting Hilton Head Island for a week during the summer. So I decided to take a couple days off of work and drive the 5 hours north to visit her and crash her family vacation. Ok so I worked until about 4 am the night before, went home showered, packed a bag, and got in the car and drove the 5 hours on no sleep. For those of you who know me know that I don't require a lot of sleep but this was still a very dangerous thing to do. But anyway I made it to Hilton Head in record time and we went off to the beach.
A couple days later her family decided to go jet skiing. Now she had never been before so I let her drive. BIG MISTAKE. We were fine right up until the very end. That's when she decided to go as fast as she could around a corner to miss a buoy and caused me to go airborne on the back of the jet ski. Thanks to my cat like ninja reflexes I managed to stay on but not before banging my knee surgery knee on the side of the jet ski. After a fairly long string of curse words and a slap to the back of the head I calmed down a little. To this day I have never let her live it down and still refuse to ride on a jet ski with her ever again.
The only thing that saved that day was the fact that we were probably 2 feet away from some of the prettiest dolphins I have ever seen.
