Parasailing. That old saying "if God wanted us to fly, he would have given us wings" comes to mind. But keeping with my 'mid-life crisis/try new things' theme, I thought I should try it. It was almost as scary as the escargot I sampled. Really...who's brilliant idea was it to make THAT something for the seafood bar? Come to think of it I think "seafood" means "food for the sea", not "food from the sea". Meaning sea creatures should be the only ones eating things from the sea. I think 
it's meant for them, the poor saps.
it's meant for them, the poor saps.Back to the subject at hand. I was pleasantly surprised at the price, and not so pleasantly surprised at how freakin high they take you. I'm pretty sure I was pulling down on those harness straps the whole time as my arms were sore for the rest of the trip. Wouldn't wanna put all my weight on the seat...might give 
way. Never mind the 250 lb man that went up right before us.
way. Never mind the 250 lb man that went up right before us.Funny thing...at the same rate my body came off the boat, my mouth fell open. Our fellow adventurers managed to catch it with the camera. After about 2 minutes, I managed to speak. I think I said "yes". (In response to D's "are you o.k.?") After 4 minutes I was able to let go with one hand and wave to some kids on a banana boat underneath us. At 6 minutes they give you slack and let you fall into the water, before they gun it and bring you back up. At 7 minutes I remember saying "ok, I'm done now", and at 8 they were reeling us in.
Beautiful view...I'll give it that.
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Far out man!
Seriously, they extend ya pretty far out. Atleast you were smilin in all the pics. Looks like fun, tho, 8 minutes seems short (except probabaly when you're up there).
I'd probably suggest not eatin the escargot prior to parasailin.
Seafood..lol.
I wouldn't suggest eating the escargot before, during, OR after.
Yeah, it's sort of a "this is really cool and I'm about to wet myself" feeling.
So I take it that sky divin is outta the question..
That's funny, I was talking about that as we were coming down. I've been thinking about trying it, but now I don't think I could do it. I'd like to think I could do a tandem jump, (on someone's back), but I think I'd freak myself out. D's done it and really liked it, but when you consider square breathing just for this, I think that's a good indication of what you can handle.
I'd only sky dive to avoid a bear attack. Same goes for bungee jumpin.
Yeah, I've been lucky.. whenever I've flown, the bears on board had already eaten. Tho I had one close call once, when I left a few Oreos in my pocket, and-- nah, that's a story for another time.
I've considered sky diving, but I don't feel real great about tandem jumping. At one point, I considered trying to get into Airborne school so I could avoid the tandem jump and could go for 'free'. Though I think the idea of 3 weeks of pseudo-basic training wouldn't be cool. Pharmacy Techs almost never get Airborne school though, unless its an option on your enlistment or you're stationed at Ft. Benning, or you've got serious connections.
Can anyone tell me who the green leafy guy is among the Fruit of the Loom guys? There's green grape guy, red grape guy, an apple guy, and some green leafy dude. My guess is lettuce...but FRUIT of the Loom?
I think he's the leaves and the vine.
"I am the true vine, and My Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in Me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit He prunes so that it will be even more fruitful." John 15:1-2
Finally! Someone with a decent answer! Yes, this has been plaguing me for some time. Couldn't they have just made him an orange? Or a plum?
Thought For The Day
Oh Mercy, The Prose-Poem Tryptich! by Steve Martin
I
Semblances of spring, I told her, come like daisies suddenly tumbling winter's sky.
Doves, I said, are seen in an instant, carelessly glimpsed.
Histories tell of moments only, ages strung on unseen
slips of spider's silk. Gifts they are, I said.
II
Melancholy selves tell several relations of senseless
involvement in things of myself and things of the past,
and things much less likely than a summer's rain,
or a gaslamp.
Tryptich...had to look that up. I'm thinkin he's missing a part.
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