Adventures in Canoeing.
Sweet jesus, my mum just played the Hamster Dance.
Ross and I went out for a canoe ride to the island and back right after dinner. My rum and coke was weak enough that I had nothing to fear when I was dubbed the steerer. We got on our tacky life jackets -- his, of course, was the single cool one -- and some mismatched paddles, waved hello to the neighbours, and fumbled our way into the boat. Ross began paddling to really no avail, as I wasn't doing my job as steerer. But someone in the family was doing their job. Our mum called from the deck a hundred feet away, "You're facing the wrong way!"
Hearing this, I turned around. Pivoted less than gracefully on my seat, whipped the paddle around (nearly losing it in the process) and was now facing shore. Ross, however, had not followed my lead. So I decided I would paddle backwards for a while! A great idea up until we realised this would mean no one was steering the canoe anymore. In the middle of the lake as we drifted on the still, raised glass-like water, he finally caved and pivoted, thus becoming our new steerer. We managed to turn the canoe around, and headed towards the island. There was a lot of "I KNOW" and "I MEANT TO DO THAT" from our middle-point all the way around the island. And then it turned into a game of Ross paddles five strokes, Jess paddles six. Ross paddles five strokes, Jess paddles four. No one was counting. We were on course for home, and then we weren't, and then we were, and then we said to hell with it and landed at the beach, got out and got our feet wet, and just dragged it up the illegal boat ramp.
I'd like to see Ed and Pathonious have the same sort of adventure.
Ross and I went out for a canoe ride to the island and back right after dinner. My rum and coke was weak enough that I had nothing to fear when I was dubbed the steerer. We got on our tacky life jackets -- his, of course, was the single cool one -- and some mismatched paddles, waved hello to the neighbours, and fumbled our way into the boat. Ross began paddling to really no avail, as I wasn't doing my job as steerer. But someone in the family was doing their job. Our mum called from the deck a hundred feet away, "You're facing the wrong way!"
Hearing this, I turned around. Pivoted less than gracefully on my seat, whipped the paddle around (nearly losing it in the process) and was now facing shore. Ross, however, had not followed my lead. So I decided I would paddle backwards for a while! A great idea up until we realised this would mean no one was steering the canoe anymore. In the middle of the lake as we drifted on the still, raised glass-like water, he finally caved and pivoted, thus becoming our new steerer. We managed to turn the canoe around, and headed towards the island. There was a lot of "I KNOW" and "I MEANT TO DO THAT" from our middle-point all the way around the island. And then it turned into a game of Ross paddles five strokes, Jess paddles six. Ross paddles five strokes, Jess paddles four. No one was counting. We were on course for home, and then we weren't, and then we were, and then we said to hell with it and landed at the beach, got out and got our feet wet, and just dragged it up the illegal boat ramp.
I'd like to see Ed and Pathonious have the same sort of adventure.
