So, yea. We went on vacation. We= Apple, Angeler, and I. So, fun group, good times had. We went to Charleston; I am going back some day. Charleston = Awesome. Myrtle Beach = not so much. As PB (who wasn’t even there) was able to explain it best, I quote him. “You had fun, but not because you were in Myrtle Beach.” Myrtle Beach is very commercial and built up, but oddly you can walk nowhere. Just not my type of beach.

Moving on to this weekend. Friday I had happy hour and then headed over to Apple’s (she was not at happy hour). (Fun story: she called me while I was on my way over. I answered the phone with, “I’m on your front steps.”) I was sleeping at Apple’s because PB, Sasha, the Russian, and MJ were all meeting there at 6:45 AM. To go sailing!

We had to be there at 9 and it was about 2 hours away. Plus there was the obligatory coffee stop. (Wawa. No Dunkin’ Donuts on the way.)
The wind was out of the east, which made for some very choppy sailing. The Russian took Dramamine just before getting on the boat. He should have taken it at Wawa. We had to turn around and drop him and Sasha off- they headed home; the rest of us soldiered on. PB took the helm for a while and did a fine job of sailing us around and not dumping us off the boat. (Keelboat helped.) Also, he enjoyed every minute of it.

Sunday I met up with Dig, the Golden Boy, and PB to watch some football. Dig had no stake in any of the games. The Jets won, so I was happy. Green Bay won, so the Golden Boy was happy. San Francisco lost, so PB? Not happy.

But at least he had the sailing.