Wednesday October 3, 2012
They say that in life it’s not about what you know, but who you know. Well we happen to know some people who know someone with a car. When you’re in our lifestyle that can come in very handy. These some people just happen to be Brian and Stephanie, but they have a friend who coincidentally lives in an apartment on the creek in which we’re anchored. The friend of our friends, also named Brian but called BMac for short, that if Brian 1 would take him to work in the morning they could have use of his car until he got out at 3:30. Being the great friends they are they asked us if there’s anywhere we needed a car to get to and if we’d like to tag along with them. It was a no-brain answer and although we expected for them to be knocking at our hull at 7:30 in the morning (we usually get woken up at 10:30 in the morning with neighbors doing that to stop by and say hi) we were surprised when we rolled out of bed on our own, still after 10:00, and no one had been knocking on our door. We assumed we missed a text and the opportunity and would be on the boat all day. Nope. An hour later we did get that text and were picked up by dinghy shortly after that.
When pulling up to the docks (or beach more accurately if I haven’t described it before) we saw a nice sized jelly fish sloshing around in the water. We knew there were tons of little ones floating around that were only the size of a wine cork and couldn’t do any damage to you, but this was one of the first actual big ones we had seen. Much better than the first one I saw which was less than five minutes after getting out of the water the first, and only, time I tried bathing in the creek. It was mostly clear with long tentacles and blood red oral arms probably measuring over two feet in length. After that there was no more water conservation as far as showers went. Anyhow, parked at the end of the street was a car just waiting to take us wherever we wanted to go. And where do four cruisers who finally get their hands on a set of wheels go? West Marine. Like you even had to ask. While the guys did their browsing of intricate parts and nuts and bolts, Stephanie and I browsed the magazines by the counter. A copy of Blue Water Sailing caught my eye with headliner across the top of the issue. Go young, Go now. 30-Something Cruisers. Strange, I don’t remember the interview for that one but somehow they knew we were out here.
With unlimited freedom and two hours we went crazy and also hit up places like Home Depot, Safeway, and Walgreens. No taming some crazy kids like us. Did I mention we even hit up Sonic? On foot of course, the car was left next door while prescriptions were being filled. Since we had used up the whole afternoon running errands that would have taken us days otherwise there was no time for Matt and I to be dropped off before BMac needed to be picked up from work. So Matt and I sat in the back seat of a strangers car with large drinks in our hands (was there a no liquids rule in this car?) as we swung by to pick up some unsuspecting guy that had no clue that two extra people and their junk would be occupying his car that day. Without skipping a beat he opened the door to the back seat and started to get in as if it were an everyday occurrence that his car is taken over for public transportation. Quickly playing a game of Chinese Fire Drill though, people were moved from their seats so that BMac could drive, Brian went into the passenger seat, and Stephanie squeezed into the back with me. There was no mention about the drinks in our hands. Whew, I did not want to give up my coffee with extra espresso on this rainy day.
We were dropped off at our boat by Brian 1 and spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing. Later in the afternoon as the sky was clearing up and we were preparing dinner we heard a knock on the hull. Popping our head out we saw our friends from earlier and they asked if we’d like to come over for game night later. They were just about to go back and make dinner themselves but said we could show up any time after. A few hours later we were trying to dig out anything from our quickly diminishing beer supply and locked up our boat. When we climbed in the cabin they were just finishing a pizza Brian 1 had made from scratch and there was enough left for me to find out it was delicious. They would just have to rub it in, wouldn’t they? Although I felt no guilt in devouring pieces from the next two pies that went in the oven.
Then Apples to Apples came out and it’s always interesting playing with people you still don’t know really well and tying to play your card to the judge. Matt and I are so used to ourselves and friends back home being so sarcastic that we’ll always throw down a red ‘Prostitution’ card to match the green ‘Innocent’ one. This group liked to be a little more literal when matching cards and our humor wouldn’t always get through. It’s always a good time while playing though and I recommend that every boat and house has it. After a few rounds of winners we went back to just talking and drinking, reminiscing about when we were young. Since the whole crew was born in ’82 or ’83 we somehow got on the subject of early 90’s TGIF line-up and made a game of trying to remember what made it up. Full House was the easy first guess and it was still a few minutes before anyone could come up with the next show, Family Matters. When my Perfect Strangers (remember Balki?) was disputed we turned to the source of all knowledge and finally Googled the line-up. Ending the night we also found and remembered the show Dinosaurs from the TGIF line-up and spent the rest of our time watching clips of it on You Tube and yelling “Not the mama!”. How did we ever like that as kids?
Still not sure I’d even want to go swimming with this guy.
Game night on Rode Trip.