so my cousin kerry and i are going fishing at 2pm on the norma k III in point pleasant...
the captain (john) is my 3rd boyfriend... that's going back a ways... i was 15...
been dying to go fishing, so, we's headin' there ta-day.
i am all set... got the seasickness wristbands (opting not to do the dramamine this time - i don't foresee me getting too ill)... getting the beer in a little while... tanning lotion SPF 0 - check!
bring it on, Flounder!!! bring it!
the last time i went fishing was 8 years ago on my friend leslie's boyfriend's (at the time - now husband) boat - i was on a first date with a friend of his...
um... first date on a boat - sounds lovely, right? and it may have been if we hadn't headed out to the Canyon...
so it was me, the first date (not to be confused with first mate), leslie's boyfriend, and leslie's brother and his girlfriend (no, les wasn't there)
okay - chit chat, a few gatorades (see, it was 7am when we went out) a bacon egg and cheese... a little more chit chat... and waves...
hmmm... my head feels a bit wobbly...
a little more gatorade...
whoa... what the hell, stomach? i am on a date here... settle down...
maybe switch to some water... and 2 dramamine...
think... mental... you can talk yourself out of getting sick, erin
are we there yet? why's the boat still moving? can't we fish for tuna here? oh... we're only 20 miles out... wait, how much further? 40 more miles!?!?! eh...
hey erin, how about 2 more dramamine, you're looking a little, well, olive coloured...
try a beer, too...
how much longer?... 20 more miles? *ugh*
chit chat and trying to charm the date.... um... excuse me one second as i run down to the head (bathroom to you landlubbers)
erin, you may just want to stay up here and check out the side of the boat...
no, no, i'll be fine - cut to downstairs... sweet mary mother of gawd, why's the boat seem to be rocking MORE? and jeezuz, the fuel smell is quite atrocious *blech*
i head upstairs... my date has had a half dozen beers or so at this time... we haven't even started fishing yet...
he tells me to lay down in the salon... so i am there on the floor trying to keep my sammich (what's left of it down)... i hear the sliding glass door open and isn't he nice? he brought me a coke...
hmmm... what the? why the hell's he trying to kiss me right now!? i have vomit breath and he will soon if he keeps kissing me... okay - back off a bit (i forget his name) sip the coke... pop some chewing gum...
take a couple more dramamine (yeah, i could slip into a coma, but i would rather not be sick)
i go outside to get some fresh air... the motor cuts off... we're at the Canyon...
finally...
it's time to fish...
nothing is biting, come here you effing tuna... whoa!! what? hey!! hey!! i think there's something on my.... REEL IT IN, ERIN!!! whoa!!! come here you bastards, i was sick as hell and damned if i am not catching one of you slimy little so and so's
the adrenaline rush of catching TWO tuna... the only one's caught that day... well, i started feeling much better
and after grilling them up later after surviving the Canyon, the date tried mauling me again, but i'd brushed my teeth by that point...
(we're not going out to the Canyon today...)
