My Life With A Twist

I had  such a great weekend (well, it’s still going on . . . and still good!), but parts of it were not quite what I would have planned.  After dealing with issues for the girls’ upcoming trip to the Lower 48, Greg and I headed to Homer  to spend the night and try a little fishing.  Friday night, we just grilled out on the boat and enjoyed the peace and quiet.  I love being there . . . listening to the water, hearing the birds and feeling the gentle rocking.  And after dinner, we even walked up to the Salty Dawg.  It isn’t tourist season yet, so it wasn’t crowded . . . but I wonder what it’s like when it is peak season.  It’s not really the kind of place I would normally frequent, or even think about visiting.  But it is the kind of place you have to go to at least once to check out the decor.  It’s the ambiance everyone goes to enjoy.  Next time I’m there, I’m wearing red.  (I’m sure no one knows what that means . . . except for Greg.)

The next morning, I woke up early and got as dressed as I had to in order to walk up to the bathroom from the boat.  Meaning, I put on pants under my pajamas and put on a sweater . . . and of course, slipped on my dork shoes that Greg got me before we headed down to Homer on Friday.  (They are comfortable, by the way.)  When I stepped off the boat, there were about twenty seagulls hanging around on the dock.

The walk up to land wasn’t too bad, the tide hadn’t gone out yet.  A quick trip to get my first Alaskan fishing license, and then we were on our way!  It really was a lot of fun.  I loved the feeling of cutting through  the water.  Greg said he hasn’t fighting it, but I love that split second feeling before the boat falls and hits the water . . . that moment when you feel weightless.

We motored out past Seldovia bay, but it wasn’t getting any calmer, and we knew the water was going to kick up as the day went on.  So we started to head back to do a little trolling around the islands.  I was just enjoying the scenery, and I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom.  (No, the boat does not have one.  There is a bucket, with a toilet seat.)  About that time we are just kind of rocking around, and Greg is talking on the phone to Scott . . . and the next thing I know, Greg says something to Scott about his Harley puking oil.  Guess what I felt like at that moment?  Yep, you guessed it . . . I was not feeling well at all.  Greg asked me to steer the boat and I was like “I can’t”.  I followed him out the door and told him I was going to be sick.  I have to admit, it was very sweet of him to tell Scott he had to go and hold my hair for me.  But could life get any more embarrassing for me?  The answer is, yes . . . it can.  So after a couple rounds of hurling (I felt much better, thank you), I told him that I still needed to go to the bathroom.  So out came the bucket.  And to my embarrassment, I had to tell him I didn’t just have to pee.  (I’m even blushing now!)  Picture this, me siting on a bucket, going potty on the back of a boat on the open water . . . and what do I see?  A float plane above, and it circles around.  Thankfully, it didn’t get to close.  Now, this whole time, Greg is kind of watching me with this amused smile on his face.  Eventually, I had to ask him if I could please wipe my ass without him watching me.  LOL!

Not long after that, we headed back to the harbor, where I could get my feet on “terra firma”, as Greg says.  All in all, it was quite an adventure.  I did tell him I was sorry and asked if he would take me out again . . . his answer?  “Probably.”  And I have been named the first one to puke on the 4 Boys.  Doesn’t that deserve an award or something?

p.s.

Those shoes Greg got me?  They’re waterproof, so they will work out well for other future seasickness spells.

HOW EMBARRASSING!