atomic wedgies

so, i'm flying down this waterslide called the grand prix. and it's got five lanes, i'm basically racing the kid i'm riding with, and she's upset because the first time we get on it, i launch myself down the thing and am gone before she can even get started. she tells me she yelled,

hey, no fair!

as i go flying away down the slide (which was just long enough to make you start wondering if you were ever going to hit water, and when you did, what would happen, if you would drown, or suffer bodily injury, or just get the wedgie of a lifetime). how bathing suits can withstand that kind of friction and splashage, i don't know. i felt around before i came out of the water just to be sure everything was still underwraps. or what was under wraps was still under wraps. and it was. miracles happen kids, every day at waterparks.

so the second time we line up, she takes the middle lane, because i wanted it the first time and there was some magic to it. and i let her launch herself down the slide first, but her but hits the launch pad and she skids to a stop right at the pricipice of the slide. i laughed, and said,

come on.

and finally she sets off on her little pace, the pace of a delicate 100+ pound little girl, and then i go. launch myself off and fly down that slide with my arms up over my head so my whole body is prostrate and gaining speed with no resistance. and i blew past her in second, and had enough time to emerge, check for suitage (suitable suitage i should say), and realize that last time down felt like a water enema, i got water shot into places only the brave dare go. and i had to laugh.

i need to stop for a bit,

i told her.

she went down another ride i didn't dare go down.

something we decided gave an atomic wedgie. i could live without that.

so i wandered back to my friend who had parked herself on the sunchairs and was ready to pass out. i was glad i got there before she passed out. and i kept her awake long enough to talk some more about maybe taking a cruise together.

we really are a good match, our girls are well matched. there was a third girl in tow today, and anyone who knows anything about girlz knows threes are no good. but the third girl was more adventurous, and i'm more foolish than my friend, and so we braved a few of the rides, and while i was standing atop those high towers, i was wondering what in the world i was doing up there, about to jump into a pitch black flume riding an inflatable raft.

the black vortex, it was called, and it was fun. but kind of scary. it was pitch black in there and the mind gets away from you if you're not careful. lots of twists and turns and one can only imagine the carnage if that thing tipped over.

all in all, a wonderful, restful day.

this after i sat down on the floor at work last night and cried. i was just so angry and frustrated. i don't hide emotions, but i only cried a few tears. i was deeply troubled last night upon returning home. and then clive owen was in my dreams, humenah humenah. he passed me a secret military something or other and i had to get it to safety. clive gave his life to protect the something. so who was i to fail him.

anyway, he died, and i woke to a wonderful, restful, peaceful day of sun and friendship.

i'm grateful to be alive.

truly.

and the hawks, were everywhere. that was best of all.