The Admiral and I are still in this agonizing boat buying
process. Who knows how long this is going to last?
She went off to do something important, so I, as guys tend to do when unsupervised, went into a pub near the marina. I'm a sociable guy so instead of selecting a seat off by myself, I sat down next to a chap at the bar. I introduced myself. I said, "Hey, I'm Joe." He said, "Satan, glad to meet you." He actually stuck out a cloven hoof as I offered my hand to shake, so, I assumed it was the real Satan. He wasn't showing off or anything. A hand came up, quickly changed from hand to hoof and back to hand again. Otherwise he looked like Leonardo DiCaprio. I think he's known to be a shape-changer so I wasn't taken aback by the whole situation. There was a bit of a sulfury smell, so, like some cruisers he may have been in between showers. Of course, he giggled a little when I said I was trying to buy a catamaran
. Yep, Satan is a monohull
guy. We joked around about that a little. "Don't you know those things flip over....hard to find a parking spot...marinas charge you double..." I said, "Yeah, but if my hull
gets holed I'm not going to the bottom of the sea." Of course, he wouldn't care about that. It was fun. We talked about this and that for about an hour and then he had to go. "Duty calls!", he said.
Then I was by myself for a while. I thought about how I was exposing myself on the internet
with all these posts. I'm sociable but who wants everybody in their business? Now the CIA, NSA, and YMCA have way more information than I wanted them to have. I swipe my credit card and twenty people in Vienna, Virginia know what I ate for lunch. It is one thing to have a beer
with Satan. Quite another to be totally exposed on the internet
How come Gord hasn't welcomed me aboard? Did I do something wrong? I feel like I've done something wrong. Is he okay?
I have met quite a few Australians. They are everywhere!! I haven't even been out on a boat yet. New Zealanders too! I met a Kiwi(Is that okay to say?) in New Mexico
. Totally land-locked. I only had one beer
with Satan, so I was sober. There have been very few occasions when I've met Australians or New Zealanders and a party didn't break out. For me, that is not a bad thing. The one from New Mexico
occurred while the World Cricket Championship was going on. Holy begonia! Even his wife ran away when he started teaching me about cricket. Yes, I was drunk by the time this party ended. I was simply incredulous about how a single
inning could last days (sorry, if the facts are kind of woozy
) Americans complain that baseball takes too long. "Threes hours, OMG!" "3 and a half hours, no way""Four hours, you might as well just stick a fork in my eye!!" That is our National Pastime!! This gentleman was absolutely enthralled about how long the single game
could take. I was amazed.
Time to take a break.