day 2 of paddling for my life. All day we had stuff to do so I couldn't kayak out to the islands. About an hour and a half before the wedding I was complaining to Jen and she said you should just go do it if it will make you feel better. So after it growing on me for another half an hour I said F it I might not get a chance so I went out an hour before the wedding. It was like a movie, a Wes Anderson movie or something. So many funny metaphors could be taken out of this. Here it was an hour before the wedding and I was furiously paddling out to sea. It wasn't the easiest cuz it's a two person kayak. I made it to the island and lay on the beach for 10 minutes gathering my strength again. I could faintly see the house across the water. What if I just stayed on the island? I imagined Jen's dad on the shore, wringing his hands wanting to wring my neck. I imagined everyone standing around wondering where I was. They would think Peter Pan had gone and found a bag of his magic pixie dust. Half an hour until show time. I high tailed it back and made it 15 minutes before the wedding, showered and suited up and the rest is history. Oh and this photo is when i pulled up to the front of the house, my parents, and aunts, and john and masako were standing there and I said "well, I came back so I guess it's still on". No one laughed. No one was having an internal monolog with themselves 15 minutes before their wedding on a small island. I wish though that bob would have been on the shore yelling at me. |
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