Entertainment 201

WORKOUT – Ran in Homer, AK  7.5 miles/66 mins

If yesterday’s run was nasty, slow and fat, today’s was its’ uglier step-sister. 

I am positively doomed for Maui but on the bright side, I’ll have a tan instead of looking like Casper’s albino sister like I have for the past 7 weeks.

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If you missed the class Entertainment 101, go take it here. 

Some other things we do for “fun” on the boat:

The new toupe: Anthony sported a hat out of an octopus (we sometimes catch octopus and instead of throwing them overboard, we use them for bait)

Matti and I occasionally like to play this game where we ball up pancakes and throw them at Elmer.  I swear it sounds less lame when we play it. 

Sometimes it turns into a pancake fight between us.  There’s still a missing pancake piece somewhere in my state room… but it’s ok because it was a direct shot and I pegged Matti with it.

Edited to Add: I found the missing pancake piece…  mashed up in my boot.  No wonder my sock smelled so good after 7 days of wearing it.

And the ‘ol chonies, XTRATUFs and raingear trick never gets old…

Sometimes we play dumb jokes on each other.  Heavy emphasis on the dumb. 

While he was out on deck, I decorated Matti’s pillow with some sweet Alaskan stickers.

When that all gets old (but how could it?!  I mean, pancake fights, underwear and moose stickers?  Now I see why I have no friends), it’s time for more food challenges.

We have a 5 gallon bucket in the galley that’s full of bread flour, but it’s an ice cream bucket so the lid says “Fudgy Wudgy Ice Cream” on it.  Naturally, we all told Walter that it was powdered ice cream, and I so generously offered to make him a milkshake.

That turned into a bet: if he could drink a Nalgene bottle full of “ice cream milkshake” then I’d clean the galley up after breakfast (my job anyways).

Anthony gave the flour/water combo a try and said it was disgusting.

He had no idea what it was and kept saying things like, “This is so nasty.  You’re the worst milkshake maker ever.  It tastes like raw pancakes; you’re such a bad cook.”  I was crying, laughing so hard. and possibly peeing my pants.

But he chugged it all down…. and then threw it back up.  It didn’t help that we told him he had a loaf of bread baking in his stomach.

Walt’s a champ even though he looks like he’s about to kill me.  Easy, Dexter.

Another challenge didn’t involve food… except salt.  My bro Byron bet Walt that he couldn’t walk to the end of the Homer Spit (from the boat) and back with a 50 lb bag of salt in his backpack in less than 3 hours. 

Byron thought it was about 5 miles each way but wasn’t for sure.

Game on.

Stuffing the bag of salt in Walt’s backpack.

And… he’s off!

After an hour we drove to check up on him and make sure he wasn’t dead in a ditch.

He was beastin’ it up like a wild Alaskan.

It ended up being exactly 8 miles and he finished in 2 hours 30 minutes.  Walter, one.  Byron, zero. 

With all that fun going on it’s no wonder I caught Matt and Anthony in the act…

Those sillies.  Doesn’t Anthony know that Matt’s taken?

…or not.

Tagged as: alaska, Crazy, fishing, ive got issues