Movi Violations

I only found out that I'd be going to Baltimore last Saturday, and it was quite the scramble figuring out how to get it all worked out in a few short days. A little dicking around with plane tickets convinced me to just drive the 500 or so miles to the Chesapeake, but my time constraints made that problematic. With only 38 hours of free time between inescapable commitments, I needed either crystal meth or additional crew. I don't like crystal meth much, so I persuaded my partner-in-crime to play hooky with me. Together, Mer and I packed everything Monday night and I brought Bob the Bullmastiff to work so that right after work ended on Tuesday we could leave. Around 6 PM we jumped in the trusty Ford and headed South by East to go sailing on one of the coolest boats in the world.

Our friend Kristin called as we were heading out, and she sounded like she needed a distraction from her bitchy boss and thankless job. We asked if she could be ready in 10 minutes and she hesitated, but it didn't take long to convince her to blow off work for a psycho 36 hour expedition to the right coast. It wasn't the first time I've been called a bad influence and it won't be the last.

We'll get in to Baltimore sometime around 5 or 6 AM and try to get some sleep in the back of the Explorer. I'm not sure if it can comfortably sleep 3 plus a hundred twenty pounds of dog, but we'll find out. At around 10 we'll meet the crew of the VX 40 Basilica and hopefully some of us will get to go sail at twice the true windspeed for an hour. Like the boat whores we are, we'll then jump on Movistar for a practice session and we hope to have a chat with Bouwe and the boys. Assuming we don't get arrested on the way, I'll let you know how it went as soon as we get in the car to head home. Ain't technology grand?

Here's a pic of the crew. Check out Kristin's sailing bag. I think she needs to be set up with Teaky.

-Mr. Clean
April 25th, 2006