My stories apparently aren't funny enough to keep my reader's entertained. That's probably true. But writing these entries are so habitual, I can't stop. Its like a terrible addiction. I should really save them all one day.

Last night we lost pitifully at sailing. It was a kind of slow race, but it didn't stop us from nearly colliding with several boats and being almost knocked over with a boom while we were doing a 720 turn during one of those almost collisions in which we were in the wrong. It seems the source of the pain is this Nomad, a three-person crewed boat sailed by three young (and I might add, very cute) guys who I have never met (because they don't come to the post-race) and apparently work for some boat dealer. Anyway, there was constant screaming along the lines of : "STARBOARD TACK", "OH NO YOU DON'T" "720! 720!" "BEAR OFF BEAR OFF" "HOLD YOUR COURSE", etc. at each mark. Plus my skipper really likes to get close to other boats, which is ok, as long as you give them "room and opportunity" and its good racing tactics (or strategy, I can't remember what is the right word). But it scares me to death. I have to bite my tongue rather than yell "oh no, we're going to hit him!"

So, yes, it was still fun.