Recently I found out something very important about myself: I don’t like sailing. Though I was born, grew up and still live in the Boating Capital of the Universe, Fort Lauderdale, I’ve managed to avoid ever boarding a sailboat. But all that changed this past weekend, when I finally tried it with some relatives from abroad.
It was a wretched combination of frying in the sun and puking.
I don’t understand why people think that’s fun.