Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Underwear Wet Wet
Okay, I admit it.
I went canoeing without a change of clothes.
It was an extremely last minute decision, which I have a funny feeling I, in my post alcoholic haze, might have been the initiator of.
Oh, but it was so, so good. I discovered that with enough willpower one can produce quite a turn of speed in a kayak. I was tempted to go out and catch a wild oil tanker... how's that for a pet then.
It was not quite so fun when the warrior princess gamely took me on for a race to shore, then nonchalently attempted to capsize my canoe, and then when that failed, to drive me into a breakwater as we paddled furiously back to dry land. Much to her chagrin, I survived. She muttered something about "...next time..."
Much later as we headed out to find me a change of clothes, smelling the heady scent of freshly washed and cleanly clothed female... I began to regret not having read that last email : maybe watersports, bring change of clothes.
It was a good day. Now I can't get the mental image out of my mind of a hot babe in sexy attire clinging desperately onto a bar counter by her chin and fingernails, as the barstools fall all around her like jingo towers... and of her husband standing impassively by and sighing "Aiyah, why like that?"
Oh, and a friend suggested I should have brought my handcuffs to the costume party... doh. Why didn't I think of that? That would be scary, a "doctor" with handcuffs.... Muahahahaha
I went canoeing without a change of clothes.
It was an extremely last minute decision, which I have a funny feeling I, in my post alcoholic haze, might have been the initiator of.
Oh, but it was so, so good. I discovered that with enough willpower one can produce quite a turn of speed in a kayak. I was tempted to go out and catch a wild oil tanker... how's that for a pet then.
It was not quite so fun when the warrior princess gamely took me on for a race to shore, then nonchalently attempted to capsize my canoe, and then when that failed, to drive me into a breakwater as we paddled furiously back to dry land. Much to her chagrin, I survived. She muttered something about "...next time..."
Much later as we headed out to find me a change of clothes, smelling the heady scent of freshly washed and cleanly clothed female... I began to regret not having read that last email : maybe watersports, bring change of clothes.
It was a good day. Now I can't get the mental image out of my mind of a hot babe in sexy attire clinging desperately onto a bar counter by her chin and fingernails, as the barstools fall all around her like jingo towers... and of her husband standing impassively by and sighing "Aiyah, why like that?"
Oh, and a friend suggested I should have brought my handcuffs to the costume party... doh. Why didn't I think of that? That would be scary, a "doctor" with handcuffs.... Muahahahaha
