Weekend at Oriental Island Day 1

(Let me start out by saying - NC didn't get the memo - the name is still Oriental Island.) For Viv's b'day (a 3-day celebration - a girl after my own heart), Frank captained us over for a relaxing trip on his Egret.
So there I am, laid out in the front of the boat getting some sun, relaxing with my Coach shades - camera poised and ready for action - and about 30 minutes into the trip, I start feeling what felt like beebees, hitting my lips. A little "ouch, that stung", "hey, what's that." Then, out of nowhere, "purple" appears on the radar - not good. It started POURING (complete with thunder and lightning) harder than I've ever seen. We couldn't even see in front of us - except for the rain bouncing back up off the top of the river. The rain was literally running off the top of my visor and my clothes were completely soaked. Instead of driving straight into the pellets of rain, our considerate Captain turned left....and then right.... and back and forth to allow the darts to hit us from the side instead of head-on. It finally got so rough, Viv and I crawled down into the Cuban Storage Bin to hunker down, but it didn't matter at that point. When I peaked out, I saw my burley love man shirtless and all wet (ooh lala) - wrapped in a mauve-striped hand towel, soaked shorts and a hat that, at that point, did nothing but steer the waterfall away from his eyes - I wish to Gosh my camera was waterproof. I then proceeded to pee my pants from laughter. Apparently Oriental Island is a place for fisherman - like hard-core fisherman on "deadliest catch." By the time we arrived (after going through the countless no-wake zones and the Perfect Storm) it was sundown and another storm was coming so we just ate a fishy dinner and went to bed (in our 2-story condo overlooking the water - yeah baby!). It was actually quite nice, relaxing and funny all at the same time. I just want to say that no, my man doesn't normally wear girl glasses, but someone forgot his and someone else is always prepared, so like a good little wifey (ok, "little" in that top, not so much), I lent him mine - cause I'm a giver.
Day 2, complete with Wild Horses Living on and Island is tomorrow - that's right, I said Wild Horses on an Island, kid.