Buster Benson I need more goals.
As a local, I hate the Blue Angels, Sea Fair, and everything that they represent. I’m just not into it. And by hate, I mean that I hate the things in myself that they represent. Macho, drunken, ugly, over-the-top, dude fest. I hate the part of myself that wanted to participate in this demographic, but that just didn’t quite fit in.
Rather than go camping at Lake Chelan this weekend, we decided to participate in our city’s own Sea Fair extravaganza by taking canoes out on Lake Washington and watching the Blue Angels. In the spirit of doing things that I don’t necessarily like. And, as always, when I do something I don’t usually like in the spirit of doing something I don’t usually like… I end up liking it!
We paddled from the UW Activities Center (close to Husky Stadium) along the little arboretum islands, under 520, past the lake-side condos and apartments, to Madison Beach, and tried to watch the Blue Angels while keeping the canoe upright. So many boats were zooming by, making the waters all choppy, that it was a constant battle of balance and neck-craning to see the somewhat mediocre air show. But the overall effect… people on land, on boat, and in the sea watching something in the air… was novel and exciting.
Then the show ended. And all the boats zoomed back from whence they came. And the waters became more choppy and bumpy for their drunkenness. We held onto the dock until it seemed possible to head out into the choppy seas and, almost immediately, capsized! BAM!
First order of business was saving the iPhone of course. Second order was saving ourselves. Third order was fixing the boat, which we needed the lifeguard dudes to help with. In the end, it was the most exciting thing of the day.
