This weekend was another continuation in Tone becomes a man week. But the only reason I write a continuation from that post is because I think I'm in love. I did something this weekend for the first time, which I'm not quite sure why I never have before. I am truly bewildered because I have found that I love it so. What is this mysterious activity? It's Jet Skiing.

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Yes, this weekend I had the pleasure of jet skiing for the first time in my life. I've always wanted to go but I never knew anybody that had one. I was up at a friend's cabin this weekend and almost experienced pure giddiness when I saw a pair of jet skis docked at their dock. I never asked for the opportunity to drive them, instead I was asked if I wanted to learn.  Faster than controversy comes to Sarah Palin, I jumped on the opportunity and began to learn how to operate the craft.

Let me describe it like this: The most fun you will ever have in your life. Period. It's like all the joys of riding a motorcycle, but on water so you can be even more reckless. The sheer joy of riding across the water at speeds of 50+ MPH, the terror of jumping your ski into the air for the first time, the thrill of taking a turn so hard that you are only holding onto the ski with one hand. Words can't even begin to describe (exaggerated I know) what a joyous experience this is.

Needless to say, I now am experiencing jet ski envy. Perhaps when I am a real adult with a real job it will be my luxury purchase. They are not the cheapest things on the planet, but if you're going to be spend all the money on a boat, why not just buy a jet ski instead? Seriously. There's no reason not to, unless you're a pansy. And you're not a pansy are ya? If you are so fortunate as to own a jet ski, then know that I envy you, you lucky person you. They say it's always better to share...