I'm on a boat.

In reality, I am no longer on said boat, but I wanted to quote the song...because I'm awesome.

So yeah. I was on a boat. On the ocean. And it was raining. It wasn't raining when we decided to go for a fun boat ride. The plan was simple, go for a boat ride with the "fam" and then go see the other boat that Tomas' dad has been working on...Oh, did I mention it's big? Yeah. 63 ft long. It's epic. But I haven't gotten to see inside of it yet.

But I am jumping the gun, I should begin by saying that when I woke up this morning, aside from being generally groggy and upset that my dream had been disturbed by a stupid alarm clock, I didn't really expect much from the day. We had no "real" plans, and therefore, I fell back asleep. No biggie. By the time I woke up (note: I said woke up...not got up) it was approximately noon-thirty, and yes this is a real time. Tomas looked at me, in all of my morning beauty and said:

"Hey, wanna watch Daybreakers?! I found it at the gas station!"
Me: Hell yes.

It's a movie about vampires. You really don't need to ask me twice. Oh, I forgot to mention that we didn't have a car this morning. Tomas had to drive it to the mechanics and then walk back at 9:00 am...which is why I wasn't very happy about waking up the first time. Aaaaaaaany way. Needless to say, we watched the movie...then we found out the car was done, so we hopped into Nina (his mom's car) with her and took a trip to the mechanic's and back to get our laundry so we could go shower. I also forgot to mention that we don't have a shower in the house that we are staying in. Just a toilet and a sink. No biggie really, we just wake up whenever and go back to the other house to shower and cook and such. It works out just fine. It also has the interwebs. Again, I digress.

Up until this point I'm pretty sure we had only mentioned the actual boat once, and it wasn't a definite thing. I think "bro" called and asked Tomas if he wanted to go fishing and he was all , "Hey, you want to go fishing today?"
Me: "Yeah, alright. That sounds cool."

I didn't really get too many details, or a yes or no about this, but he seemed pretty intent on making this the plan because once we got to the shower house he managed to make about thirty phone calls to the same two people in order to figure out what was going on. I was eventually told that we would be meeting at the boat at 5:00 pm.
Me: (whilst doing something epic-ly important on facebook) Ok. Cool.
Tomas: Does that sound good?
Me: Yeah. Sure. I'm down.
Tomas: Alright (proceeds to make another phone call)

About twenty minutes later Tomas told me that we might not be meeting up with "bro" because he missed the bus that brings him here so he couldn't make it. (Oh but don't worry, he comes back into the picture.)

So, the time comes when we should be leaving...and 10 minutes pass and we're still here. But that's ok. We left a few minutes later and stopped at first the grocery store to buy snacks, but I bought socks instead. Then at the gas station so Tomas could buy a new lottery ticket, and then back at the shower-less house to change shoes and get...something. I don't remember what.

Despite all of that we still beat Sven and the twins to the dock where the boat was tied up. It was sprinkling a little bit, but I couldn't really feel it...yet.

Eventually everyone arrived and we got in the boat (Which was entirely metal as far as I could tell...it was a diving boat, not really a "passenger" boat per se) and were on our way. It was...cold, but not so cold that I had to zip up my jacket. Well, that lasted for about 5 minutes. We were on our way to pick up "bro" from the other side of the world...It probably only took like 15 minutes but it felt like more. I was sitting on an upturned bucket in the middle of the boat because I still wasn't convinced there were no giant spiders lurking in the boat, just waiting to attack me. Eventually I had pulled up my hood, zipped up my jacket, buttoned up the collar and had hidden my hands inside. I was cold. It was sad. I'm from MN for crying out loud! I didn't care. My hypothermia was beginning to set in and all I wanted was to be in a very hot tub of water where I could feel my toes.

Eventually the boat slowed down. It was warmer, but it was raining. Did I mention that yet? Yeah...it was raining. We drove into a beach...yes, I did say into. We just kind of tried to beach ourselves...but it didn't really work. We then managed to drive under a bridge to some piddly little dock where, lo-and-behold, there was "bro"!!!! He jumped on and we began to drift back out...then the twins and Kevin began trying to fish. Did I mention it was raining? Yeah...I was becoming increasingly wet...I couldn't feel my toes...or my fingers, but something possessed me to drink the iced coffee that I had brought with me. I think I was hoping the caffeine would make my blood warmer or something.

I want to say that one of the twins caught some seaweed, but other than that we proved to be relatively unsuccessful. By we I of course mean everyone who could still move. We decided that we needed to bring "bro" back to the dock that we had drifted so far away from, so we throttled the engine and brought him back. He hopped off and began to walk away. Just as we were about to leave, a strange noise began to emanate from the back of the boat. I of course said, "I don't think boats are supposed to make that noise" while Sven raised the propeller...and proceeded to remove it from the motor.

I'm not sure if you know this, but propellers are supposed to be attached to the motor. He took it off. I'm sure you can imagine my confusion as we were attempting to leave, but this was clearly a step in the wrong direction. Turns out something had fallen off...some important metal-dealy that made it impossible for us to continue our journey home. And it was still raining...harder. And I was cold...I might have mentioned that earlier.

***I feel as though I need to give a brief description of why I was so cold. My body temperature is a good two degrees colder than everyone else and I tend to have ice running through my blood. Also, my circulation is basically non-existent in my fingers and toes. This is the opposite of Tomas who's regular body temperature could fry an egg. You can see why we work so well together :D

It was probably another hour before we managed to get it fixed after asking a bunch of the nearby houses for various tools and strange devices. I believe the missing piece was a nut, like with a nut and bolt? I don't really know though. "Bro" managed to make it back, though he didn't bring coffee like he was asked. We had been hiding out in a small, but useful, wooden gazebo or something that wasn't to far from the dock. In fact, I think it was attached to it. In any event, I tried to dry off, and seriously considered trying to build a fire from some wood I could see in a creepy looking old boat house, but neither of those things happened. By the time we got back in the boat, I don't know that my efforts were worth it at all...I was still wet...

The ride back consisted of me cuddling as close as humanly possible to Tomas while we sat on a life jacket on the wet metal floor of the boat, trying to avoid the wind at all costs, while also hiding inside my jacket/sweatshirt so as to make myself warm from my exhalation (I had decided by this point that the spiders (if there were any) didn't care about me, so I could sit down and not worry about it ). I don't know that anything really worked and I was being stabbed in the back by something the whole way...I think it was a wooden plank, but I can't be sure. Filip fell asleep in the bow of the boat and Kevin sat shivering next to Tomas on the other side. Marcus got to drive. I didn't see much of it because my hood blinded me to the outside world. Apparently there were whales at one point, but I think I missed it...:(

As soon as we docked and I jumped off the boat I asked Tomas for the keys to the car and we began our trek to the parking lot. We turned the car on and because I couldn't feel my toes, I turned the heat on full blast and circulated it around the car. I untied my, now wet, shoes and took off my socks so I could try to defrost them. It worked, because by the time we hit the road I was well on my way to having my normal body temperature back.

Now, I am warm and mostly dry. Tomas is looking at me like, "Stop typing and let's GO HOME. I want to watch a movie..." and I'm typing away.

Just so everyone is aware, I'm not complaining. I actually had a really fun experience. It was my first time on a boat in the ocean, and really, it was exciting and entertaining. I was just really cold and wet the whole time. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

I should probably stop so Tomas will stop giving me the evil eye...

Just remember to always bring extra pants when you go on boat trips...and a scarf. Oh, and mittens. They're good to. A hat probably wouldn't be a bad plan. And did I mention it was raining? I don't know if I did.