Now you 'sea' it, now you don't

I'M tired. Burning the candle at both ends is starting to take its toll on me.

In work on Saturday arvo, a few colleagues who were up for a night on the sauce made arrangements to meet up with me later on as I celebrated the birthday party of one of my girlfriends.

We rocked up at the Indian restaurant with wine in brown bags and sort of took over the whole venue in a giggly and brash sort of way. But what a whole heap of fun we had.

I'm glad I'm now in a situation where I can grab a few co-workers and get out on the town. That's a major part of what I've been missing over the past twelve months. The work-social-scenario that I left behind was a relatively healthy one and I've missed it heaps. Until now.

I work with a few like-minded good-time girls and an even more like-minded good-time guy who is the best company. Based at a different office up towards the city, he has a certain 'je ne sais quoi' quality about him. His one-liners are priceless and his comic genius has me in stitches. It's funny how you can bond so well with a virtual stranger but I feel like I've known him forever.

So again, the inevitable re-occurred that resulted in me reaching for the Panadol on Sunday morning. But the best hangover cure did present itself to me later that day as we took up an invitation to one of our local beaches with some friends.

We arranged to meet up after us loading up our kayak and skim boards and them loading up their kayak, skim boards, waterskis, 'doughnut', kneeboard, jetski and ... wait for it, speedboat. And what a great time we all had. Even me. The biggest non-water-baby that ever walked the earth.

After a spin in the boat, my girlfriend tried to get me on the back of her jetski. Having none of it, I re-told the tale of the last time I went on one, some 15 odd years ago, only to get thrown off it and having to swim back to shore. They spent all afternoon in persuasive mode until finally I gave in and jumped onto the driver's seat with her husband as pillion. After a minute or two negotiating the waves, I cranked up to full throttle, egged on by my daredevil passenger.

But the best part of the day has to be when have-a-go husband tried his hand at kneeboarding off the back of the boat. I was the 'spotter' that's a requirement when towing someone to look out for them and their safety.

I did fear, at one point though, for the safety of the landlubbers we'd left behind on the shore, as husband lost his shorts and gave the local sealife a shock as he bobbed along looking for his lost property.

He soon wished the sea he was in wasn't quite so clear as we on board got an absolute eyeful of his predicament. Hilarious!