Hyperbole

Here's another story to add to the whole that is my ironic life:

Went on vacation to Puerto Vallarta last week. First time to Mexico-South-of-Frontera-BC. Went parasailing! First time ever. Always wanted to try it. I was third to go (my dad and wife went before me), and we were all getting hungry for lunch. After they rigged me to fly I had to wait a long time (the boat was pulling "the banana", a water-toboggan-thingy, and the passengers kept purposely falling off, forcing the boat to stop and wait for them to get back on.) Anyhow, finally the boat returned, they hooked up my tow line, and I was off and flying. Parasailing is awesome! It's really breathtaking...I highly recommend it (despite what I'm about to tell you next.) The only part of the experience I missed having was landing back on the beach – I got dropped in the drink instead. :) As it turns out, the boat ran out of fuel. Fortunately, the tropical Pacific is plenty warm (even in March), and I was wearing a life vest of course so treading water was no problem. And I got a free WaveRunner ride out of it to boot! :)

My wife knows me well enough not to worry (once she could see I was afloat), my kids worried only a little bit, and my mother might have had kittens. I personally had a blast. :)