I got to get wet this weekend: I went scuba diving on Saturday. I went out on the Sea Bass; we went to Catalina Island and anchored just offshore at a dive site called Crane Point.

I got three dives in and found something … interesting on each of them. On Dive #1 I found a snorkel, which is now living in my dive bag as a backup. On Dive #2 I found a cute little horn shark and a big lobster, while my buddy found a big moray eel, all of whom are still living where we found them. And on Dive #3 I found a skanky old tube sock on the bottom at 45 feet, which I left there because it was A) skanky, B) old, and C) not my tube sock.

Then I sunburned my legs on the trip back in to San Pedro.

After getting home, I barely had time to put aloe vera gel on my sunburn before me, Beth, Zoe and her friend Maya had to rush out the door to go to a Dodger game. We ate Dodger dogs, peanuts, frozen lemonade and a disgusting “Carnation Frozen Malted Cup” while we watched the Boys in Blue stomple all over the Phillies 6-3.

It was a good day.