Posted on Sunday 23 July 2006
Didn’t race this weekend; got a call from the skip at 1330, “Where are you?”, (supposed to be on the boat at 1230) “F**k, F**K!!, ummm, errr, in bed!?”, “I’m on my way to your place.”. Call the other crew, “Where are you?”, “At home, didn’t hear from you this morning.”, “Good, sorry, next weekend.”. Proceeded to barricade my front door, arm myself and wait him out.
Walks in my door, “Where’s my coffee”, *run-to-kitchen*, “How much did you drink?”, “A six pack”….. *pause*….. “What was her name and when did she leave?”. They (skipper and eye candy) were more concerned cause I wasn’t on the boat, rigged, engine running, when they got down there. Didn’t cop any flak; it was a millpond so they weren’t really interested and it was decided my guilt and self-flagellation was going to be enough (true).
So yeah, no sailing this weekend, offshore is finished, so nothing for a fortnight. Depressing; have to organise a sail to Rotto for lunch if next weekend looks good.
Rgds,
remmie
hahahahahaha!!