

Saturday afternoon we drove up the coast to Huguenot Park to go jet skiing with some of our friends, although I wasn't sure about the second part since it's, "literally so easy to grab ten feet of air on these things, just be sure not to slam your head into the handlebars." The speed wasn't what was causing my fear, if I'm being honest, it was adding that guy into the mix, the one who has the freckles and red curls, the curls that never seem to move, not ever, not even when you're flying high enough on a jet ski to brush your fingertips along the tails of the clouds that rest where pilots tell you it's an appropriate altitude to remove your seat belt and move freely about the cabin. THIS I HAVE TESTED.
Somewhat related to this incident is a memory I have from about five years ago when I was visiting a local Bentley dealership in Fort Lauderdale and my boyfriend at the time asked the salesperson to look at a manual for one of the vehicles. Have you ever nosed around one of those booklets? I don't really know anything about cars, but I remember in the section that was supposed to provide information about horsepower there was simply the word adequate. Because I guess that they don't feel it's necessary to spell out that you're able to tag the tails of clouds in a Bentley, you're just supposed to know.
Well, let me tell you, those jet skis?
THEY WERE ADEQUATE.







6 comments:
looks perfect! :)
Awwwww, that's the life...some great tunes on...sunshine on your face, wind in your hair.
Sweeeeet!
"...brush your fingertips along the tails of the clouds that rest..."
What a visual, and what a post. Nice!
Thanks, Kate. Scared the bejesus out of the me, those darn jet skis...
Okay, maybe I'm an idiot, but I'm trying to email you, and I can't find an address. Can I have your email!?
Of course! You can click on the two chairs in the right hand column or email me at k51279@aol.com.
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