She'll need one of those cars you drive with your feet....

If anyone actually read this blog, they would have thought, "Oh, he's given up blogging already. He didn't even make day 3."

But no, I was merely over-exhausted from the intense WAKE-BOARDING session yesterday at manly. I returned home at approximately 6pm, falling asleep instantaneously, waking at 7am. Only a solid 13 hours of sleep. So heres how the day panned out.

Planned to meet Hippy, Tom, Alex, Killoran, Kirby and Sam @ UQ at 10 (to get ID cards).

Hippy, Tom, Alex came at 9:30.

I came at 10:30.

Killoran and Kirby came at 11.

Great organisation.

The disorgnised start to the day was no indication of what was to come, as Hippy took a look in his closet, and finally found the box of organisational skills that had been hidden from him these past 17 years.

Hippy, Tom & Alex, Gordon & Me (couples grouped together), arrived at manly for what we would later find out to be a sweet arse wakeboard sess. Only minor mishaps getting into the water, ie me letting go of the safety harness causing Gordan & me to have severly bruised hands. But as soon as the boat was in, we were kickin.

Only moments after entering the depths of the open sea, we all shat ourselves, as slowly drawing closer to us, was a menacing, black fin. O_______O"

But after a closer inspection and new pairs of underwear, it turned out to be a cute friendly & tasty looking dolphin :)

We set out into the deeper seas, whilst speaking of seaweed poop, shark-phobias and aqua-terds. Upon arriving at our destination, there was only question remaining. Who was gonna go first. Ofcourse, me being the only ethnic there, I was the classic candidate for the scapegoat. For those of you who have not wake-boarded before: it's freaking hard.

We all took turns in failing, until hippy strapped up and showed us how it done.

Tom also managed to 'stand up', if you count straightening your legs for 2 seconds and face-planting 1 second after 'standing up'.

During the trip, we also discovered Tom's girlfriend alex is a freakchild. Ballet dancer my arse, she belongs in Area 58.

So after many more failures, Hippy showing off and discussing Gordon's hairy torso, the rain eventually set in, sending us back to the shores.

An enjoyable day, with full apologies to Hippy for not trusting him. Suck shit to those who didn't trust Hippy, coz you all missed out :)

So here's to Hippy, and the crew of his maiden wakeboarding voyage.

Soon after the photo, a vicious blood thirsty dolphin dive-raped Tom and ate his arms. (which comes back to my title),

Thanks again Hippy.