Para-vomiting

OK, so, my friend who will now be known as "Vomit Girl" is here to visit and we decided to go parasailing this afternoon after work because it's beautiful and summery.

We had to catch a little shuttle boat out to the parasailing boat. This duuuuuuuude on a personal watercraft towed us on a "banana boat," which I firmly believe is what led to the later stomach upset. He thought it would be funny to tow us straight into the waves, so that our little banana boat -- and I -- got some major air. Ouchy on the back, but not a major issue.

When we got out to the parasail boat, "Vomit Girl" warned me she felt less than, but we got harnessed up, and all of a sudden, we're up in the air over the Atlantic Ocean. V. cool, as Bridget Jones would say. V. V. cool, in fact. V. exhilarating, despite my fear of dying in the ocean. It's silent except for the wind and you're just way up there, looking down at the water and the beach and the horizon.

We had been up for maybe five minutes (of a scheduled hour-long ride) when "Vomit Girl" earned her nickname. Actually, it should be "Multiple V. Girl."

We had to come back in V. quickly.

No photos, of course, so I found this one, which also carries a message. Probably the message Vomit Girl's stomach was screaming.

By the way, does anyone know if the Atlantic is saltier than other oceans? I don't remember the Pacific being so nasty in the mouth or the eyes.