Yachts, Tempers and Coconut Rum

Yesterday was the end to a long week, and so my roomi J asked me to join her and Co. on a yacht ride from Baltimore to Annapolis. Naturally, I said yes without even stopping to ask any pertinent questions such as what time will we be back or who's coming.

Who's Coming:

M: previously mentioned RedHead who is buckets of fun most of the time and only occasionally grumpy.

R: M's boyfr---er---special guy. He's a male model ( yes, seriously) and a law student. and he wears Polo shirts and insists on wearing sunglasses after the sun has set and also posing around the yacht even though no one is taking pictures.

B + L: A similarly dressed couple who seem to be upper class and enjoy the sort of relationship that is defined by the guy doing whatever he wants while the girl sits around twirling her hair and mixing him drinks.

C + N: A lovely boating couple; he's Dock Master at the Baltimore dock, they live on their boat with an exhuberant puppy and a lot of love.

and of course my roomi J + G ( her man)



so yes, you've figured this correctly, it was a couples cruise plus me. Altho, with the amount of nonfunctional relationships on board this actually turned out to be less awkward than one would imagine.

The sail itself was amazing. 5 hours of just trailing along the water, watching the sun set, stargazing, wind blowing through our hair and the gentle shushing sound of water as we go. Really, every cliche is true. It's incomparable. I want to go again. NOW.

Tragically, I forgot my camera, but J and G promise we will go again soon.

Now, all the joy of the sail was slightly marred by a very pitfalled docking, in which people got angry, shouted, threats were made and eventually large groups of people stormed off while I walked home with a dog feeling more than a little confused.

I refuse to let this mar the memory though, so I will pretend it was two different experiences. They were, really. One languid and dreamy with nothing to intrude on me but black, thick water and constellations I haven't seen in years. The other full of typical bullshit, people taking out their frustrations on eachother and acting like little children.

Either way, its sorted out now and J and I are going to breakfast because we are way to frazzed to cook.