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18.10.04

scuba class, Day 4.

in which our heroine frantically packs to go camping with a lot of Unknowns from the community college, zooms through the grocery store, leaves a note on the coffee table and disappears into Nowhereland. i take a half day off work. i drive north for an hour. i find Blue Lagoon. i eventually find the Unknowns. there are maybe twenty-five of them including the instructor (that i have never met). The only person i met at the shop doesn't show up. The instructor is out diving. i set up the tent. It's windy. i buddy with some random girl when the instructor shows up. we sit on the bottom of the lake. There are no fish. is this clear water? We swim through a couple of boats. We hit maybe 25 feet. I am glad for the claritin. Out to dinner in some mexican place that, apparently, the instructor has been talking up all semester; i think it's cheap, too salty, overcooked. Guava margaritas, but they taste peachy. boring. i talk to the people getting their Mr. and Mrs. degrees from the community college (they're also getting certified for their various honeymoons). Back to the dive site and we play dominoes on the picnic table. I avoid texas hold'em on the other picnic table (the instructor cleans up, big surprise there). Bed. Wake up and it's freezing. More flannel. Bed.

Labels: camping

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