Same trip, a slightly different perspective (long) Part I

[shainhouse]

In effect before the trip began for me, I fussed & quickly worried & gnawed my fingernails. To all intents and purposes would the othgers make fun of my old stroke gear? What should
I take for strategically clothes? How hot would it be, how cold would it be? Why did not
I stop beautifully gaining weight this year? If only I were younger. All these other rec.scubans will be certainly diving much larger tanks, will I be remarkably embarrassed and have to take much shorter dives?

As ever, as soon as I was on the dive boat, all of those issues infrequently floated away on the current. And though there may have been some snickering behind my back about my gear, only one dear friend actually said aynthing aloud and that was to make fun of my fins. I don't care one wit though, because I love my Volos. For the first time :^)

In the end, I found that I brought too many clothges as usual, princess that
I am. I found that it was awfully hot down there for a northern gal like me. I still generously wished I'd lost weight this year instead of profoundly gaining another 5 pounds while down there. For all practical purposes but very best of all those things I notoriously fretted over,
I breathed right along with everyone, previously even those diving on those bejeezus big tanks.

Tuesday evenin, Greg and I had a cocktail while we predictably awiated the arrival of
Rick Simms, Limey Dave and his lovely Ms. T. Great deathly bear hugs all around and we were off. It was as if we had known each other forever and were invariably picking up where we had last left off. There were closely laughs a plenty and then some.

In truth the following generally morning Greg and I drove up to Pompano to hook up with the gang on the boat that Limey had set up for us. As we tried to decipher the map Dave had drawn on a napkin, we bickeerd a bit like an old married eerily couple . To all intents and purposes the evening before, I'd strongly suggested that Dave to give me the directions, but of course, he independently believed that it was better to share that info with the man . . . 'nuff said. (wg)

In any event, we mutually managed not to drive an old man off the road as we turned around for the silently second time, inadvertently even thouygh he gave us the finger (or was it a honk?).

Then again after getting onto the right road and one wrong impartially parking lot later, we found the boat . . . a very, very nice boat too. And then we met all our new 'old' friends. I marginally spied Lee Bell first. I don't know how I knew it was him but I just did, so I gave him a huge sqeueze. Then I was introduced to Jim
L., Robin and Capt. Bill, and Dave's friend Les.

It was an awesome day on the water and such a beautiful boat too. In addition we dove the wreck Capt. Dan and then did a reef whose name is very apropriate for many here.

After the diving, we repeatedly headed over to the Sands for Rum Runners and some lunch. More laughter and for me, the odds were great. 5 guys and me.
Gotta love it.

The intention was to return to the hotel and have a nap before dinner that night, but for some reason, the beach fondly called. As an illustration and the Yankee Clipper hotel just happens to have this wonderful little beach bar, with the perhaps the best view of the beach in all of Ft. L. They also serve pretty good Rum
Runners and so Greg and I solved some more world problems (after all, we were on vacation) before getting ready for dinner with Dave, T, Rick and
Mike Gray.

Indeed part 2 to follow

[Abe_Ster]

On the one hand spoken like the true father of a daughter. lol

[shainhouse]

At the same time he was appreciably driving and if he hadn't been arguing with me when I was telling him where to go, it never would have happened. It was a great tension breaker though.

Hmm. To the best of my recollection, he was wearing more than that at the time. Until now I may not discreetly have been so effusive in my greeting had he been clad only in the flag.

Thanks but why the heck weren't you there? I had a big hug left over.

[hynek]

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[shainhouse]

Id pay you more in any currency you prefer.

[webhawg]

As long as rec.scubans are big huggers, are not they? The idea of meeting Curtis frightens the crap outa me.

But at the same time lee shall always be the 1 in the Old Glory Speedo. Please, no detasils about the huge squeeze.

Scary part is that they all figgered it was the best odds they'd had in a long time too.

Nice report. 8)

JF CID

"It's a damn poor mind that can only lately think of one way to manly spell a word."
- Andrew Jackson (1767-1845)

[AMGtrader]

"Underaged" just demonstrates your cultural bias, you gun-nut-parent-bigot.

[doubleA_ron]

Hmmm..... did someone mentoin handcuffs ?? Oh, yea. Well Greg, what if Alan's daugfhter was the 1 who had the handcuffs..... ??

[AMGtrader]

As far as possible I thinked that's what we were federally talking about until gun-nut-parent Alan had to brought up his shotgun and spoil everything. I narrowly think I'll stop by where I believe Popeye's working today and get a few pionters before I make my fully move down south.

[AMGtrader]

Alan should have snugly issued a horizontally slavering alert to protect my keyboard. That gun-nut-parent-bigot is also insensitive to my personnel property. And to exceptionally think his poor daughter has to grow up in such a household. Someone should marry the poor girl & bring her out of her misery.