slowin down

okay. i admit it. i have a need for speed. you know, like the 100-on-the-highway kind. the duck-and-weave-kind. the feel-your-stomach-smash-into-your-lungs kind. i don't know what happens. something comes over me. and then it's just a game of chicken with myself. (of course i take these chances when i am the only one in danger of getting hurt... well except that one time, but i've learned my lesson, copychief.)

last summer when i was in the ocean i found another: the bounce-a-bucking-jetski kind.

it was fabulous. i hopped on, adjusted my goggles, stood up a little, closed my fist around the gas lever and hurtled out into open water. i went a little too far and got lost; the only thing that helped me get my bearings was the sound of other machines in the distance, because i had marked my location with a parasailing boat (realizing too late that a moving landmark sort of defeats the purpose.)

since that day i've been dreaming to get back onto one of those badboys.

sigh. but i think i'll have to pass. one of my girls from dance class had an incident. a leg-vs-jetski incident in mexico, to be specific. after surgery, a metal rod and screws, she's trying to get around this metropolis in a wheelchair. but i know she'll be out bustin a move in no time.

for me, it's like when i saw 'amores perros' and i drove at the speed limit for about 6 months, even when i didn't have to. (i couldn't bear to listen to that poor woman calling for her dog.) now i'm going to have to take the thrill of the 'ski off my list for a while.

i'm sending my get-well good vibes to the player on the third floor. but for all of you out there, if you see a black altima with a short driver approaching at a high rate of speed in your rearview mirror, i still highly suggest you get out of the way.