Last
Day In The Life
We've gotten a few of these (In response to A Day In The Life, below),
and since this one is the most drunken, we'll call this one the last.
My crew and I are the jackasses doing charters in the US Virgin Islands on an
old Formula 40. We usually hit the high teens on the way upwind and the low 20's
on the way home. We don't really know what we are doing but somehow manage to
get home every day. The lifestyle is not friendly on the liver, but it's fun.
If sailing home blacked out isn't sailing anarchy, I don't what is. We had nude
female wrestling on the ride home yesterday. Good times.
10am- Wake up with a hangover to the smell of the girlfriend
making coffee. Check to see the boat is on the mooring, as I
don't remember tying up the night before.
11am- Grab a breakfast sandwich, 2 bags
of ice, and some beer, meet the guests at Joe's
Rum Hut, do customs paperwork.
11:30- Off the mooring, decide to
reef or not, sails up, tack upwind bound
for the British Virgin Islands. Crack first
beer.
12:30- Arrive in Great Harbor, Jost
Van Dyke. Order a round of Bushwackers at
Foxy's while the crew clears customs.
1:30- Pull in to White Bay, JVD. Order
next round, Painkillers this time.
2:00- Order lunch and another round
at the Soggy Dollar Bar.
3:00- Next round, throw the frisbee,
chase the girls.
4:00- Next round, take a nap in a
hammock.
5:00- Next round delivered to the
hammock, wake up, throw the football.
5:30- Pay the tab after ordering a
roadie, gather the guests, sails up, blast
ride home.
6:30- Back on the mooring, go to Joe's
Rum Hut for a couple of Mojito's with the
guests.
8:00- Eat dinner out.
????- Home.
Repeat.
01/19/07
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