In what can only be described as “The Most Dramatic Vacation Ever,” 21-year-old pop sensation Tate McRae had a near-marine mishap with none other than her jet-ski-crazy beau, The Kid LAROI. In an interview on Capital Radio (October 9), she revealed that their relaxing getaway turned into something straight out of a Sharknado sequel — minus the sharks, plus one suspiciously hungry whale. Yes, you read that right.
It all began when Tate and her boyfriend decided to channel their inner action heroes and hop on a jet ski. What could go wrong? Oh, just everything. Tate, in what can only be described as the world’s greatest understatement, recalled, “I didn’t realize what I was getting myself into.” Well, duh! Jet skis: They flip over more often than pancakes on a Sunday morning.
Apparently, as the two lovebirds were cruising along, their jet ski got a case of the wobbles, and before they knew it — SPLASH! They were in the water. While flailing around, probably wondering why vacations never look this chaotic on Instagram, Tate suddenly spotted something. Something big. Something… whale-sized.
Yep, Moby Dick himself (or, more likely, his cousin Dave) was lurking just 10 feet away, giving them the side-eye like, “Y’all better not be snackin’ on MY turf.”
Tate described it as the highlight of their trip, saying, “I was like, ‘We nearly just landed in a whale’s mouth!’” And honestly, we’re all thankful it didn’t turn into a live reenactment of Finding Nemo, with Tate and LAROI trapped inside a whale, trying to figure out how to hotwire a blowhole to freedom.
Post-whale encounter, Tate has decided the ocean is officially on her “nope” list, adding, “It’s just a really freaky thing to me.” You don’t say? Between invisible sea creatures nibbling at your toes and the constant risk of becoming part of a marine food chain, we totally get it, girl.
But don’t worry, all is well that ends well. The pair survived the great whale-scare of 2024 and were later spotted canoodling at the launch party for Brooklyn Beckham’s Cloud 23 hot sauce. (Because after narrowly avoiding becoming whale snacks, you definitely want to set your mouth on fire with some hot sauce, right?) They packed on the PDA outside the venue, clearly still on a high from their brush with deep-sea doom.
Moral of the story: Jet skis are traitorous, whales are chill but intimidating, and if your boyfriend wants to play Captain Ahab, just say no.
