Monday, December 29, 2003

This last Saturday, I practiced the fine art of no wind sailing. It's much more difficult than it sounds. To make things even more difficult, I had invited along a friend from work and his daughter/nieces (for a total of: two nine year olds and a five year old). Things were going better before I decided that it would be funny to ask if they had seen Finding Nemo. From that point on, there was a chorus of: "Mine, mine," every time a seagull flew past us. But on to the no wind part: After floating around in the jetty for a half hour, the very kind captain of Mom's Attic offered to give us a tow. Unfortunately, Mom's Attic is equipped with what appeared to be a 2 stroke trolling motor. Upon making the turn out of the jetty I mistakenly reached the conclusion that we could sail faster without the tow. Casting off the towline, we proceeded to sail backwards against the outflowing tide for another 20 minutes until a fantastic looking boat named, "Elan" gave us a second tow. Thank you Doug and Sandy Mills. If I ever see you guys again, I owe you each a beer. My new goal in life is to never require tows from two separate boats on the same day.

On a completely unrelated note, I have completely sworn off mad cow burgers. I am, however, allowing myself grilled cheese sandwiches from In-N-Out Burger. I am sure there is still some risk of contracting mad cow from the grill, but I guess I'll take my chances. I know what you are all thinking, "In-N-Out makes grilled cheese sandwiches?" Yes they do. They have a whole hidden menu that they don't want you to see. And I have a copy!

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