I don't embody masculinity. In fact, I grew up in the Suburbs watching Mama's Family on TV / Recorded VHS Tapes. However, there is a desire to be manly, to conquer the natural world and all that's in it, inside of me.
A couple weeks a go, I decided to plan an adventure to rock my comfort zone, and all who would follow. This might be a rather shocking statement considering that my last entry hosted a picture captioned with "SnuggleFest." To me, the fact that I had a "SnuggleFest" is reason enough to have an adventure.
I thought to myself, "What is the best way to plan an adventure?"
I bought a lamb. His name is Din-Din.
(We take care of our Din-Din) I could have bought a buffalo for $2,000, but I purchased a lamb for $110. My friend's friend Joel Swails knew of an island an hour away from campus. He knew of an island off campus. We scouted the island out at night even though I had never met the kid. At our last turn before spotting the island, Joel exclaimed, "There it is!" while noticing a sign that said "Cemetery."
This was a strange start. The island was difficult to see because it was pitch black. I was soon used to it.
I got more than 30 people to say they would go to the island. The numbers dwindled when they heard about the lamb. The numbers dwindled when it was time to go. Similar to Gideon's situation, the numbers decreased even more when the time for swimming across the water came.
Maybe none of us should have swam across the water.
I planned this event, and planned it poorly...on purpose.
Eleven people showed up for the adventure, and seven people swam across (Nick, Luke, Pradeepan, Drew, Joel Watson, Chen, Symon, and Joel Swails).This was on Saturday and at 7:45pm we arrived at the lake. It was pitch black.
We didn't know where to swim, and...
Sadly, my event turned
into an extension of "SnuggleFest."
Through out the night, I was paranoid of the lamb. Man, I needed this trip. By this time, we found Tuna, and it has never tasted so good. I hate fish, but loved it.