Island party was a bit too much, both the getting to the island part and the party. Legit, straight-up stupid of me to assume it was on the northern end of the island. Also dumb not to have left earlier, considering not sure where it was. Series of entirely preventable unfortunate events culminates in Adam and I jetskiing well after sunset, me legit shivering, one headlight between us, real (1-3 feet?) waves. All told, our little quick hop to the island takes ~3 hours, ~70% of this spent going north along the island (= in the wrong direction) then back. I apologize to Adam and am joking about how soon this’ll be an awesome memory. The period between almost dying and fond memory is really quick. If I started an adventure company, I’d definitely call it type 2 fun🙂