We ended up in Japan.

HoneyMoon Story 2

Four score and 9 years ago- in 2001.  DBD and Supah vacationed or rather honeymooned in Jamaica at a Sandal's resort-  Grand.. something or nother.   Shoulda been called- Lotsa Warm Pools and Weird Fake American Food Resort. 

I like my beef USDA baby . 

* ahem* 

So anyways.  Sandals has all kinnza shit you can " explore" while you're there.  Get your fill of adventurism. even if you're FAR from the adventur" ish" type.  From Nekked Isle , to hammock swinging-  always an adventure if you're me and catamarranning..... i know I didnt' spell that right.  Go away all you _  .. you... you  spell checkers!    There's a spelling bee callin your name.   

I passed on the catamaranning after I saw a lady get a " lesson" in cat- a- marranning. 

It was like this. 

Get in dee boat mOn. 

See you later mOn. 

 ( big shove off into the ocean sunset)

* lady cries*

Um.  No thanks.  " MOn. "

Kayaking didn't bode so well for the newly married mr and mrs. dbd so we figured I figured  we'd try our luck at THIS monstrosity of adventurism. 

I could end the post right  there and you'd all have your laughs in . 

This sucker.  Lord.  ONce you're in it.  There's really no turning back because -  the current starts taking you OUT TO SEA. 

So your fine ass best START TA PEDDLIN.

DBD and I were all giggling and feeling all stupid when the dude cut our tether rope with a machete releasing us to the open ocean of death.

Our shit stopped giggling immediately when we realized that this was a 

NO JOKE EVENT.  Hands gripping the MASSIVE handlebars. 

I felt like we were the main event in the circus. 

OF COURSE THERE WERE PEOPLE ON THE SAND- watching. 

Mo Fo if we didn't pedal that sucker with everything in us-  and still.... we began to drift further and further out to sea, sea.... sea.  

There is skill involved in driving one of these ocean Hummers.  .

We did not have it. 

We would drift further with the current. 

Jaws theme began playing and waves began ROCKING OUR FINE ASS " BOAT" all around. 

Dbd began to have what I believe to be a mild panic attack. He would pedal faster - my legs would FLIP OFF as he pedalled. 

I would SCREAM at him- YOU'RE HURTING ME YOU ASSWIPE PEDALER ! '

We would get it together for 2 seconds... begin heading to shore with the ROcky Theme playing-  people would cheer from the shore. 

Then mother nature would throw a wave at us and knock us further off course.

Dbd would of course begin yet another panic attack..... begin his pedaling frenzy.

knock my legs off

I would scream obscenities 

and round and round we went. 

I was looking around for a freaking ANCHOR to heave ho. 

We ended up in Japan. 

Mad at each other for choosing such a stupid ASS adventure choice. 

Sandals Adventure Sports II

Mr. and Mrs. DBD   0