Utila – Week 6, Day 6: A Hungover Baby Jesus
UTILA
Week 6
Day 6: Hungover Baby Jesus
December 23, 2022
I woke up with a headache that left me contemplating suicide. Then I remembered it’s probably unbecoming of Baby Jesus to contemplate suicide. Then I rationalised that (allegedly) Jesus knew about his impending doom and walked right into it – meaning it was kind of a suicide. Then I thought of how terribly politically correct it all was and just got up from bed – not exactly knowing what had hit me.
As hungover as I felt, I couldn’t help but giggle like a blithering idiot looking back on everything that had happened the previous day. Getting narc’d during the deep dive, finally graduating as a divemaster, and then partying hard all night… I felt so incredibly grateful for it all – I could hardly believe how lucky I had been to have stumbled upon such a paradise and that this was my life.
I stumbled to the bathroom, still in my briefs – all covered in dried blood from my knee abrasion. My head still ringing, I had to put up with everyone hailing me as “Baby Jesus” and congratulating me for stealing the show. “Baby Jesus made a lot of mistakes yesterday,” I rebated, “Didn’t know he drank that much!”. Not gonna lie, I felt so badass.
I took a long, long shower, washing off the previous night’s stench of sweat, alcohol and about a gallon’s worth of blood. Then I had the strongest coffee I could get my hands on and went back to bed for a while. Everyone else was just as dead – if not more. We had gone all out, and we deserved it. Becoming a divemaster was certainly hard work!
Chilling and Creating
For once, Amelia and I spent our day chilling at Underwater Vision. We slept off our hangovers, had lunch at the dive shop, chilled on the hammocks as we read and journalled and just enjoyed each other’s company.
The only ounce of activity I could partake in was a conversation with Camilo – a tattoo artist from Colombia who, in one conversation, convinced me to get my first tattoo. He was so excited about taking my tattoo virginity away that I gave in after a short while. Getting one was something I had always wanted to do, but, being a perfectionist and an over-thinker, I could never find something that was both meaningful and appealing enough that I’d want to have it on my body for the rest of my life.
I spent an hour going over my idea, scribbling away on Photoshop until I was semi-happy with the design. We scheduled the session for the following Monday and, by the next day, he’d show me the final draft. I was so excited!
Stay wild,
Marius
Post-Scriptum
I think Omar finally broke. After weeks of everyone calling him Amar, he ended up repeating his name over and over much like a Pokémon. It was either his name or “Do you wanna play chess?” – his very own catchphrase. I swear, that guy must be a grandmaster by now.