Money doesn’t buy happiness.
Do you live in America?
Because it buys a wave runner.
You ever see a sad person on a wave runner?
Have you? Seriously, have you?
Try to frown on a wave runner.
Verdict: It’s not possible.
On Sunday, I bought happiness. I rented a jet ski (the internet tells me there is not much difference between a jet ski and wave runner, by the way). Sadly, I went the cheap route and rented it via a Groupon, so I only got a 30 minute ride. It was an awesome 30 minutes, I think my face looked like this for the first 10:
I didn’t get any pictures of me on the jet ski becuase I was solo and taking a selfie on a jet ski would be stupid. But I did creep around 31st Street Harbor & Beach for some pictures afterward. (Not my first time.)
Chicago Jet Ski rentals runs a fine operation at the south end of the harbor. I had about a 15 minute wait for a jet ski to come back, so they let me use a stand-up paddleboard around the harbor at no additional charge.
The staff helping some other folks with their jet skis and banana boat.
Selfie on land.
31st Street Harbor.
31st Street Beach. (Just like North Ave Beach, but backward, yes?)
This is what I did, only not as close to other boats or jet skis.
When I was out on the jet ski, I thought it would be a fun thing to do with my mom (she’s the adverterous one), and I need to remember this move if we do.
Haters gonna hate.
So, funny story. When I saw the jet ski Groupon, I asked my husband if he wanted me to buy one for him, but he said no, he doesn’t like jet skiing. I thought that was weird, but he has a lot of weird likes/dislikes, and we’ve been together long enough that I just shrug and move on. (And I didn’t want to wait around for someone else to also buy the Groupon and then try to schedule a time to go together before the summer ends, so I figured I would just do this solo.)
After I got back from jet skiing, we were running errands, and I was telling him about the experience. Then I asked him what about jet skiing he doesn’t like, becasue frankly, I was curious. He said something about how he couldn’t really get a hang of it. I pried further – how do you not get the hang of it? He said his skis kept going underwater and he couldn’t stand up.
At which point I asked him if he meant he doesn’t like water skiing. I was talking about jet skiing. Your own personal water-motorcycle.
Turns out, he would have loved to go jet skiing!
Turns out, 6+ years of marriage is NOT enough to figure out this whole communication thing …