I took a half day today to go wakeboarding with Jim and L. I met up with them in the usual spot where we usually gas up, intending on going to Carl's Junior, the usual lunch place. Since there isn't much at CJ's for me, I opted for another deli sandwich from the Cordelia Deli, the place I went last week. Unlike the last time, there was no line, and I was in and out of there in no time at all. There still weren't any sprouts today, and I held the onion this time.
I parked in the CJ's lot, and started walking into the restaurant when I saw Jim, who informed me that we were going to McDonald's instead because the CJ's line was way too long. So the boys ordered #4 meals (Double Quarter Pounders with Cheese) and Jim got a yogurt parfait for us to split. I also noshed on his fries. I was absolutely fascinated by the ketchup dispenser, which was automatic! You pushed the button and stuff spit out until you let go of it. I almost overfilled the first cup, but got the hang of it by the second try. My sandwich was pretty good and exactly the same as last week. I really would have liked sprouts, but maybe third time's a charm. The fries were decent, although nowhere near In-N-Out standards. I really am spoiled by that place. Every other fast food joint's fries just pale in comparison, although of the rest, Wendy's fries are my fave.
Berryessa was pretty windy and the water was choppy as a result, but we each had a try before heading over to a rope swing the boys found last week when they went with A. See, if I had gone with a group of girls, there's no way we would have swung on it, but being with boys . . . well, we were pretty stupid.
The swing looks anything but safe. You have to scramble up a muddy bank and climb up a ladder which is practically vertical against the embankment. So about 20 feet up is the rope, which is a fire hose tied to a rather decrepit looking tree with a wakeboarding handle attached to it. The wakeboard handle has a long, thin piece of string tied to it that allows you to pull the handle up to the top of the ledge. Apparently last week they swung from the lower part, but this week, L was insistent on climbing to the top.
L went first and actually slipped, so he swung before he was ready. Other than his surprise departure, nothing went awry, so then it was my turn. For whatever reason, I wasn't all that concerned with the swinging part. I was a little nervous when I stood so close to the edge that I was going to fall, because it was a pretty sharp drop off onto some pretty rocky ground had I done so. But no, doing that would have been too normal. Instead, I showed some amazing talent by somehow getting tangled up in the string and giving myself some rather nasty rope burn on my neck. I guess I should be grateful I didn't end up hanging myself, but I have no idea how to explain the marks on neck. One especially is pretty raw and I'm worried it'll leave a scar. I hope I can cover it up with foundation tomorrow, but for tonight, it's neosporin and praying that my parents won't notice.
Despite the injury, I have to admit that it was a lot of fun swinging and falling into the water. Granted, my wetsuit took care of any possible sting from the drop. I don't know that I'd be that brave without a wetsuit and life jacket to take the impact. But we got some great pictures that in reviewing, made me realize how incredibly stupid we were. It was a pretty seriously high drop, and any one of us could have really gotten hurt. Well, it's over and done with now, and I'm more or less in one piece.
After messing around on the rope for a while, we decided to give one more crack at wakeboarding--the wind seemed to die down a bit and it wasn't nearly as choppy as before. I ate it pretty hard on my second round, catching my toe edge and doing a nasty face plant that felt like my mouth and nose got rearranged. I kept moving around my mouth after I got back up, just trying to get some feeling back in it. There's something about doing a 180 on the heelside of the wake that I don't have solidly. I fell again on that side, but not as badly, and I was done. The chop took a lot more out of me than usual and it was getting pretty cold. Of course, none of that fazed Jim and he had a super long run again.
During his run, L taught me how to use the water the ski spat out to warm myself up. He said it got up to 130 degrees. Sold. We killed off a bottle of water and I filled it up with the jet ski "pee" and poured it down my wetsuit. Heaven.
We ended up going to Pizza Pirate for dinner. We spit a 20" pizza. With an Entertainment book coupon, it was $22 for dinner for the three of us. Half was veggie and the other half combination. My half was supposed to be with light cheese, but it ended up being half pesto veggie and full-on cheese. Oh well. I blotted and pulled cheese (and olives) off, and all was good. It was pretty good stuff, but still paled in comparison to Nujo's, which makes the best pesto pizza ever. We ate the entire thing--it seemed to be a perfect amount.
It really was a great day.
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