Waterland

We found out that the little town I'm currently stationed at has a small waterpark. A place with waterslides and rides and the such. So a few weekends ago, Nathalie and I, along with several other residents, took the short drive to the waterpark.

The last time I had that much fun with water and plastic, I was a little kid playing around on that Slip-and-Slide thing. Now there's a bit of marketing genius. A piece of yellow plastic sheeting, sprinkle some water on it, and have little kids slide all over it. The packaging probably cost more than the item itself. The inventor must have made millions.

Anyway, it's not everyday you see a bunch of doctors running around in their swimsuits giggling like little kids, racing up the next waterslide to see who can come down the fastest. It was a great way to spend a hot, humid southern Louisiana Saturday: slipping down waterslides, floating around the wavepool, and generally acting like unsupervised children. Nobody would have believed us that we were surgeons.