Miami Sunset - Normally, the Gulf Stream makes sailing from Ft. Lauderdale to the Bahamas a real bitch, but we lucked out and it was so calm I was able to helm most of the way back to the U.S. (And trust me, no one wants me steering a boat when there are huge swells and gusting winds.)
Our boat was so badass! The seats on the front were the perfect place to catch some sun and do a little reading. And the tramp was the perfect place to pass out after a hard day of drinking...something we all did at least once. (And Becca, I am refering to the TRAMPOLINE on the front of the boat, so don't leave a comment like, 'you never go wrong when you pass out on a tramp!', - it's just too easy, even for you.)
My sister's boat and crew. Our boat was way better. But theirs had the whole 'Rum Tum Tiger' name going for it. So maybe it was a draw. That's Laura's boyfriend, Mike, in the red swim trunks. I really hope they get married and have some Italian babies. Dutch-Italian babies. They would be wicked cute. And since I don't want kids, if one could have brown eyes and blonde hair, I would be ever so happy.
I love, love, love being out on the water. I bet I was a mermaid in a past life.
3 comments:
Ummm...I want to go
Of course I'm a big pus, I'd probably end up being the first person ever to actual end up dying from sea-sickness
Too easy for me, you say? too EASY for me? Let's get a few things straight: nothing and no one is too easy for me. That is the beauty of being me. And secondly, who would pass on on a non trampoline tramp? That is just dirty. You just pay them their money and get the hell out of there. Especially if you are running for congress. I dont want to make THAT mistake again. So little you know about me, child, so little you know.
oopsie daisy. That is pass OUT on...
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