The next day
was pure ridiculousness. We drove around sight-seeing. Jason examined his topo
and said, “Hey, I found something that looks like a slot canyon! And you can
drive right up to it!”
As we pulled
up, Kristin and I burst out laughing. It was the Anniversary Narrows! We were
happy to be back and enjoyed reminiscing about our first time there. This time,
we hiked through in flip flops, drinking Coors Light. (We were less-than-classy
all day… Looking back, I’m a little embarrassed.)
Next, we
visited some warm springs, where we drank a lot more beer and giggled a lot.
There were fish nibbling on our toes… Kristin and Jason enjoyed the
exfoliation, but I couldn’t handle it.
At one point, I
announced that I had to pee and started to get out of the water. “Where are you
going?” Jason asked. “Just pee here.”
“But you guys
are right next to me. That would be rude,” I explained.
“I was peeing
the whole time we were in those springs yesterday,” Jason said.
“Eeew! Really
dude? I was RIGHT next to you!” Kristin was not pleased.
“Yeah, I
thought you’d appreciate me warming up the water.”
“So, Jason,” I
said, “you mean to tell me it wouldn’t bother you if I peed right now? Because
you are right next to me, and the water is moving in your direction.”
“Go ahead, pee
on me. It wouldn’t bother me at all.”
“It’s
happening!” I yelled.
And that’s the
story of the time I peed on Jason Marshall.
No trip would
be complete without me motorboating Kristin. This tradition started when we
realized my face is right in her boobs when we hug, and Jason started yelling,
“Motorboat her!” As we were leaving the warm springs, someone decided that
motorboating needed to happen. I
tried to get in there and give her a good one, but I was laughing too hard and
failed miserably.
“You suck,”
Jason said.
“You know what?
If you think you can do any better, YOU get in here and try.”
“Um…” Jason and
Kristin both paused.
“I don’t think
my boyfriend would want Jason’s face in my boobs,” Kristin said.
“Oh yeah…” That
hadn’t even occurred to me. They’re just boobs.
“Jason, why
don’t you motorboat Erin and show her how it’s done?” Kristin suggested.
Apparently my boobs are community property.
So I pulled
down my top, and Jason got his face in there and motorboated for all he was
worth. And I have to admit, he did a better job than me.
All this in a
busy parking lot.
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