It was cool to be that boat cruising by Mallory square into the Bight and not the poor slob on land wishing they were.
The captain got himself psyched out a bit in approaching our slip. Multi-million dollar boats tend to do that to him. Also, without a working knot meter he's been kinda misjudging how fast he's going.
So, thus, we approach our assigned slip at the Galleon Marina at a fairly rapid speed. As in fairly rapid, I mean. HOLY SHIT! Our dock master, who looked rather like Lewis Black was trying to remain calm while saying "Slow down there, Cap." In the meantime, I am wondering how far I will be launched off the bow when we hit the dock.
However, 'Cap' really did a good job controlling the boat and we got her tied off. I went to go check us in while Tim sprayed off the boat. By the time I made it over to the dockmaster's office, Tim and already become legend. We had a good laugh at my husband's expense and in his absence. And they invited us to share their barbecue later--since somehow in the midst of 5 knot docking Erik and Tim managed to have a full conversation about the non-working Magma grill. WTF?
By the time I got back Tim had rinsed of HemiD and himself and was ready for a drink. I wanted to fulfill my personal goal of waltzing into the Schooner Wharf Bar crusty with salt and smelling like a sailor, so we just headed over. Yeah, that's right, I SAILED here you bitchesesess.
I kicked off the eve with a Dark and Stormy and from there on out the evening got progressively fuzzier.
The captain got himself psyched out a bit in approaching our slip. Multi-million dollar boats tend to do that to him. Also, without a working knot meter he's been kinda misjudging how fast he's going.
So, thus, we approach our assigned slip at the Galleon Marina at a fairly rapid speed. As in fairly rapid, I mean. HOLY SHIT! Our dock master, who looked rather like Lewis Black was trying to remain calm while saying "Slow down there, Cap." In the meantime, I am wondering how far I will be launched off the bow when we hit the dock.
However, 'Cap' really did a good job controlling the boat and we got her tied off. I went to go check us in while Tim sprayed off the boat. By the time I made it over to the dockmaster's office, Tim and already become legend. We had a good laugh at my husband's expense and in his absence. And they invited us to share their barbecue later--since somehow in the midst of 5 knot docking Erik and Tim managed to have a full conversation about the non-working Magma grill. WTF?
By the time I got back Tim had rinsed of HemiD and himself and was ready for a drink. I wanted to fulfill my personal goal of waltzing into the Schooner Wharf Bar crusty with salt and smelling like a sailor, so we just headed over. Yeah, that's right, I SAILED here you bitchesesess.
I kicked off the eve with a Dark and Stormy and from there on out the evening got progressively fuzzier.
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| Shrimping boat heading out for the night. |
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| The USS Normandy in town. This is a real f***youup ship with armaments to blow you out of the sky, off of land, out of the water or even underwater. |
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| Mallory Square pre-Sunset Celebration |
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| Hemi D in her slip safe and sound. |
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