This one is actually most likely my first retardo move...
I'm pretty sure I was 16 or 17....so you can figure nothing too monumental was in store.......or was there?
It was in the summer, at the waterfront hang out known as Ste Anne de Bellevue. What's cool about it is that it's "a strip" of bars and restaurants but it can be approached by boat. At the time I has a little 14' runabout. And a couple of friends also had small power boats. Anyway, I pull up in my boat and I see two girls from my high school (in a grade behind me). But they were super hot.
I walked up to them, with some dumbass line....just an excuse to be talking to them...but I was sure to make my boat keys (complete with bright orange floaty key chain) VERY visible. Turns out chicks dig boats.
They see the keys, "Oooooh! Do you have a boat??"
Smugly, "Why yes, I do"
"Can you take us for a ride?"
"Oh I think so"
I should point out that these girls had had a drinky-poo or two. Not slobbering drunk...but nicely primed. So by the time we make it back to the boat, get it fired up, it's getting kinda dark. I pull out my spot light........and where we were going I had no idea.
Now I should also point out that this boat was a work in progress. I had installed my running lights, but I had not yet wired them up. Just as we get about 20 yards from the dock, the coast guard pulls up. I freak. Why? No idea. They hadn't even given me a second glance. But I'm certain that they are going to bust me and send me to a mexican prison for not having functioning running lights.
Meanwhile the girls, are giggling and whispering among themselves. (I'm only able to make out a few words, but they were good words. Words you like to hear).
But nay, I turn the boat around and head back to the dock for fear of being busted by the Coast Guard. The girls, step out of the boat, and walk away, disgusted, with nary a word....leaving me alone in my unlit boat.
It vexes me to this day.
I'm pretty sure I was 16 or 17....so you can figure nothing too monumental was in store.......or was there?
It was in the summer, at the waterfront hang out known as Ste Anne de Bellevue. What's cool about it is that it's "a strip" of bars and restaurants but it can be approached by boat. At the time I has a little 14' runabout. And a couple of friends also had small power boats. Anyway, I pull up in my boat and I see two girls from my high school (in a grade behind me). But they were super hot.
I walked up to them, with some dumbass line....just an excuse to be talking to them...but I was sure to make my boat keys (complete with bright orange floaty key chain) VERY visible. Turns out chicks dig boats.
They see the keys, "Oooooh! Do you have a boat??"
Smugly, "Why yes, I do"
"Can you take us for a ride?"
"Oh I think so"
I should point out that these girls had had a drinky-poo or two. Not slobbering drunk...but nicely primed. So by the time we make it back to the boat, get it fired up, it's getting kinda dark. I pull out my spot light........and where we were going I had no idea.
Now I should also point out that this boat was a work in progress. I had installed my running lights, but I had not yet wired them up. Just as we get about 20 yards from the dock, the coast guard pulls up. I freak. Why? No idea. They hadn't even given me a second glance. But I'm certain that they are going to bust me and send me to a mexican prison for not having functioning running lights.
Meanwhile the girls, are giggling and whispering among themselves. (I'm only able to make out a few words, but they were good words. Words you like to hear).
But nay, I turn the boat around and head back to the dock for fear of being busted by the Coast Guard. The girls, step out of the boat, and walk away, disgusted, with nary a word....leaving me alone in my unlit boat.
It vexes me to this day.