I won a trip to half moon bay many years ago. Several others and my manager as well. My boss comes up at the beach and asks me if I want to smoke some Jamaican weed and go out on one of those 2 seater hobie cats or whatever they are. And I'm not a water person, so of course I say hell yeah. So we are heading out smooth and smiling. Then we stop, chill, smoke again, and take a look around. Then we decide to try to go back. Problem is we could only go one direction and that was out to sea, past the coral. We looked like that warden from shawshank that got caught in that big storm with marky mark. Panic ensued. We were laughing nervously and hysterically. Then we look up and 2 Jamaican dudes are coming at us 50 mph to save our cracker asses. I got on one boat, and he got on another. It was quite a scene as the whole beach was gathered together as they effortlessly got us to the beach.
That night, after passing out, I was awoken to what I thought was an intruder in the cabana that busted the door down. I get up with partial sleeping wood and get my bottle opener, like that will help against a machete. I jump into the den yelling like a banshee. After piecing it together that no one had come in, I went to the little fridge to get a water, only to see the Red Stripe beer I had put in had exploded when I turnt the fridge up, which is what I heard.
Twas an eventful day.
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