Saturday morning was my third wakeboarding outing. I can now heel, toe, move outwards over the wake, and move back in over the wake.
Saturday morning was Russ’s first wakeboarding outing. He can do all of that too. Either I’m a slow learner, or he’s fucking annoying.
Also fucking annoying: his sixpack.
But be not deceived by the attitude I’m faking in order to conceal my innate sappiness. Truth be told, the feeling of wakeboarding past kelongs, seagulls in my peripheral vision and two people I love in my sights, was fucking wonderful.