[If you haven't, please do so now. I'll wait while you download it and then waste about 4 hours of your life trying not to die by having the bear bite your head off.]
It's a hilarious game (I think) developed by the London Metro purporting train safety. In addition to it totally cracking up 98% of my family at Thanksgiving (my mom refused to indulge us), the "video" portion is extremely catchy. As in, it gets stuck in your head worse than a crappy Lady Gaga song.
The chorus, not suprisingly, is "dumb ways to die....so many dumb ways to die."
Jack and I started our vacation by landing in Tampa and driving the beautiful, Tampa-Bay-surrounded waters that lead to Anna Maria Island (we think this is our 14th time here). The flight was a bit early and the drive quick, so we were ready to relax before our rental house was ready for us. Instead of getting upset, we walked down to a favorite sports bar with Heaven's lobster mac and cheese (dammit - where are my statins?!). We discovered that this sports bar actually hosted the island's NCAA football viewing parties and it was FUUUUUUUN to watch Florida play Florida State in Florida. I went deaf a couple times during all the cheering. I quickly hid the Notre Dame t-shirt I was sporting.
Regardless, the experience ushered in the vacation experience and I quickly transitioned to Island Time. After a quick trip to pick up our house keys and super-fast grocery shopping, we hit the beach.
Watching the sun sink into a blazingly orange sea, my primary thought pattern changed from "Work/hospitals/leadership/avoid MRSA" to "Hey, let's do a beach-themed 'Dumb Ways to Die' song!"
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"Play 'gotcha last' in the middle of the street....dumb ways to die."
"Swim with the jellyfish and stingrays, too....dumb ways to die."
"String Christmas lights right by the pool...dumb ways to die-ie-ieee."
"Pull your wife into the pool while she's still dressed....so many dumb ways to die!"
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Sunday (today) was a bit drab. After a four mile beach walk, multiple cups of coffee, and several hours reading poolside under a foggy, overcast sky, we finally decided to shower and go to dinner.
Cabin fever had already set in. Along with totally-unintentional sunburns. Drat.
20 minutes later, the setting sun blinded us and accompanied with robin egg-blue skies, mocked us with sudden 80-degree temps.
"Fine!" we said. "We'll show you, Mr. Sun!" I playfully shook my fist at God and then lost my footing in my cheap flip-flops. Man, brick patios are hard.
After seething over the beautiful sunset, we went to our favorite bayside beach bar. Over a couple Landsharks and Grouper Fingers, grooving with a Jimmy Buffet-esque singer, we challenged each other to an epic (EPIC) battle in miniature golf. The loser would have to buy the other person ice cream and maybe a made-to-order donut the next day. The winner would bask in all the glory befitting the miniature golf olympics. Where Putt-Putt gives you endorsement deals. And you win a prize for every hole-in-one.
In the end (thankfully), it was a tie. We mini-golfed by Christmas light and laughed our way through a course challenging enough to elicit several "Wait, that didn't count!" shrieks from Jack. After golfing, we finally went back to our house and, upon seeing the seriously clear stars shining down from the heavens, decided to do a night beach walk. With my StarGazer app at the ready.
We saw Jupiter, Neptune, 29 other constellations, and Uranus.
Yep. Good times on a star-lit beach.
Is it bad that I kept thinking of "Sharknado" while down on the beach?!? Jack waxed and waned about the philosophies of aging and maturity and I kept thinking, "can a shark get me in 5 inches of water?" What a dumb way to die-ie-ieee!
So many dumb ways to die!!!
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