Yesterday a co-worker invited me out on her brothers boat for a day of fun…I was the fun killer.
We took off at Rocky River, at first everything was great, then tragedy struck… We stopped the boat. Now on the open water of Lake Erie, I felt the waves moving back and forth and so did my stomach. I politely turned to my friends brother and said; “I’m gonna be that girl” then puked my guts out over the side of the boat. Between pukes I once again tried to make good by saying, “Don’t worry I wont get it in the boat.” I am such a failure.
Sadly after about 3 rounds, water and a whole lot of “Are you sure you don’t want us to turn around?” I gave in. Lesson Learned boating is not for me. And if I do it again I need to drown myself in dramamine.