Drunk Diver
A weekend of camping, drinking and scuba diving came close to doing me in the weekend that past. I've learned a valuable lesson and that's not to drink and dive... Well, drink too much.
My sunday dive was very difficult on the system. Drinking excessively the night was not a good idea. It was tons of fun since I was at the local West Hawk bar and it seemed the thing to do after speaking with all the campers in the area.
The 3$ cover kinda made me laugh. The music that they had playing toppled me over causing me to almost piss my pants in laughter. It felt like I was rocking the night away at a Canada Inn's Bar. This was the urge for me to start drinking Jager. Why does that always happen.
To make matters worse when it was decided that the bar really sucked and the fun level there had passed it's peek and was now crashing through the floor I went and hung out at another campsite on the way back to my tent and drank some. The 730 wake up was not as fun as it could have been.
Alas I was able to roll myself outta the tent and down the street for some bacon, eggs, coffee, and tons of water. My scuba instructor showed up and wouldn't listen to the night I had.
The diving was exhausting and I was finding that I needed breaks alot under water. I had this constant fear that I was going to die down there. Thankfully everything worked out and I managed to get certified after finishing off all the skills that I would need to dive in open water.
My sunday dive was very difficult on the system. Drinking excessively the night was not a good idea. It was tons of fun since I was at the local West Hawk bar and it seemed the thing to do after speaking with all the campers in the area.
The 3$ cover kinda made me laugh. The music that they had playing toppled me over causing me to almost piss my pants in laughter. It felt like I was rocking the night away at a Canada Inn's Bar. This was the urge for me to start drinking Jager. Why does that always happen.
To make matters worse when it was decided that the bar really sucked and the fun level there had passed it's peek and was now crashing through the floor I went and hung out at another campsite on the way back to my tent and drank some. The 730 wake up was not as fun as it could have been.
Alas I was able to roll myself outta the tent and down the street for some bacon, eggs, coffee, and tons of water. My scuba instructor showed up and wouldn't listen to the night I had.
The diving was exhausting and I was finding that I needed breaks alot under water. I had this constant fear that I was going to die down there. Thankfully everything worked out and I managed to get certified after finishing off all the skills that I would need to dive in open water.