07-06-2006, 04:16 PM
One of the very first dates I went on with Stacy was a whale watching tour to the Farallones. It started out great. I was at the prow of the boat, enjoying the ride immensily. The day was gorgeous. Once we got past the Golden Gate, I turned to check out the back of the boat. That was a big mistake. I got spontaneously seasick and it was horrible. A Farallones Whale watch is about 8 hours and this was within the first half hour. I spent the rest of the trip hugging the rail, retching with about half a dozen other people. At one point, some one else barfed and tiny spatter of the spew hit me in the face, but there wasn't a lot I could do about that. I remember thinking 'Good thing I've see so much barf at Rock Med or this would make me sick.'
Stacy was fine, of course. She prudently dosed on dramamine beforehand and had even offered me some but I was too damn macho or something.
You can't actually go on the Farallones. You just circle around it. And it reeks. Even hundreds of feet away, you can smell this rock covered with seabird shit. We did see whales. At one point, a whale came right up to where me and another person were barfing. We looked at it eye to eye and asked each other if we should tell the others who were all on the other side of the boat looking at a whale some hundreds of feet away. We finally groaned 'whale' and instantly regretted it. The whole boatload of people crowded into our personal barfing space to ogle. I remember looking at that other person and having a shared 'well, that was another fuck up' moment.
Once we started heading back, I just kept myself fixated on the shore. Then there was this call 'puffin!' The goddamned boat turned around slowly to see this damn puffin, adding what felt like years to our slow journey back to shore. At AFS there were these signs that said "No Puffin" - I couldn't agree more. I hate puffins. I've hated them ever since that day.
Stacy was good about it all. She took good care fo me, all things considered, and I was fine as soon as I got back to land. She's always there to remind me to take my dramamine before boat rides, and now I do so religiously. Who'd a thunk that date was a prelude to marraige?
I'm not sure if that's the hottest, coldest, strangest, longest or shortest. It was definitely the barfiest, and the most memorable.
mt078
Stacy was fine, of course. She prudently dosed on dramamine beforehand and had even offered me some but I was too damn macho or something.
You can't actually go on the Farallones. You just circle around it. And it reeks. Even hundreds of feet away, you can smell this rock covered with seabird shit. We did see whales. At one point, a whale came right up to where me and another person were barfing. We looked at it eye to eye and asked each other if we should tell the others who were all on the other side of the boat looking at a whale some hundreds of feet away. We finally groaned 'whale' and instantly regretted it. The whole boatload of people crowded into our personal barfing space to ogle. I remember looking at that other person and having a shared 'well, that was another fuck up' moment.
Once we started heading back, I just kept myself fixated on the shore. Then there was this call 'puffin!' The goddamned boat turned around slowly to see this damn puffin, adding what felt like years to our slow journey back to shore. At AFS there were these signs that said "No Puffin" - I couldn't agree more. I hate puffins. I've hated them ever since that day.
Stacy was good about it all. She took good care fo me, all things considered, and I was fine as soon as I got back to land. She's always there to remind me to take my dramamine before boat rides, and now I do so religiously. Who'd a thunk that date was a prelude to marraige?
I'm not sure if that's the hottest, coldest, strangest, longest or shortest. It was definitely the barfiest, and the most memorable.
mt078
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