bonezman

Ok. The first two hours of sailing were pretty good. Jef found us a posse of three girls and one guy. The guy had to be dropped back at the dock so he could go to work, so Jef and I had the three girls to ourselves after that. It's amazing how one bitchy woman can bring everyone's mood down. I'm leaving names out of this, but H was acting like a spoiled brat. She was tired and hungry almost as soon as we left the dock for the second time. Accused me of pawing all the girls. They jumped to my defense. She then bitched at them for touching her. Psycho or what? Anyway, the other two were real nice and wanted to stay out all night. Didn't happen. We headed in to eat by sun down, and by 11pm everyone was heading for home.

All but me that is. It was too early, so I hit my favorite watering hole for one more drink. Ran into a few friends and was able to clear the down mood from sailing out of my head. It wasn't a bad trip other than putting up with H's attitude.

Is there a moral to all this?

Now I'm waiting on a guy to call me back about looking at my Beamer. He said call him in the morning so I woke up at 8am after going to bed at 3:30am.. Between the lack of sleep and allergies my head wanted to explode. Clariton is taking care of the head, but I still want a few more hours of sleep. Since I've not gotten a call back, I'm heading back to bed.

Strange days indeed!

Charles