Pussers anyone?
2003-01-03

Well we had snow and freezing rain yesterday and more snow and freezing rain is predicted today. The forecast for tomorrow... yup more of the same. I miss summer and warm and sunshine. Blah

It is seven weeks until I hit the tropics again. Maybe I'll get some sailing in while I'm down there dispite my exile to a gleaming white cruise ship for the duration. We leave from San Juan and plan to get there a day early, just because. We are scheduled to hit St Thomas (which I hate) Aruba, Curacao and St Martin. At least it will be warm and the rum drinks will be flowing.

My favorite New Years ever was in Frenchmans Cay at the end of the island of Tortola. We had chartered a 41 foot Jenneau and were looking for a good party that wasn't too far a sail from the boats home base because who knew what kind of condition we'd be in the next day (wink, wink).

We sat at this outside beach bar and tried to decide and this beautiful Island girl bartender talked us into coming to the party there at the bar. It was $60 per person for people coming for dinner, Way too much for our depleated budgets, but you could sit at the bar and drink without paying for anything but the booze. Score....

So we had a nice dinner on the boat, took naps and hit the beach around 10:00. It was impressive. There were 100 foot yachts and guys in tuxes and women in gowns. We of course were in our best t shirts and cut offs. Nobody minded. We ended up at the very same seats at the bar as we had earlier in the day and ended up with the same bar tender. She did a bit of a double take to see us there and the service was great all night. It pays to make friends in low places.

My favorite moment of the night was sucessfully predicting when this teeny bopper chick in a gown and way too much make up, who was drinking shots and falling down drunk was going to be sick. She was maybe 16, was smoking and had a major attitude. Everybody in the immediate area hated her. She was just plain obnoxios as only a 16 year old drunk rich girl can be.

I told her that payback would be coming soon. Me: You are so going to barf within the next five minutes. Drunk chick: I know what I'm doing I never get sick. Me: couple more minutes to go, you should find a pail. Her: string of swear words... Me: almost... Her: Raaaaaaaaaaalph. Oops, told ya so. Hahahahaha She quietly disappeared into the night after that, well after retching for what seemed like and hour. Oh the joys of youth.

They had a calipso band that was pretty good and it was weird hearing Old Lang Syne to a reggae beat while standing under a palm tree with fireworks exploding over the warm tropical sky. Some of the fireworks ended up on our decks but didn't cause any damage. I slept well that night, but I'm guessing not as well as drunk chick. Ahhh, live and learn.

Happy Friday!

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