Thursday, May 19, 2011

Twenty six miles across the sea.

Well, it's been way to long since we've been under way. We backed the old girl into the slip around Thanksgiving Day and dressed her with Christmas lights. Christmas came and went as did New Years and my birthday and Easter. I now have to get my bottom cleaner to scrape the crap off so we can move at some sort of speed.
I hope to reverse this pathetic state of affairs real soon. June should be really busy. At Two Harbors, AKA The Isthmus, in June alone there is The Summer Wine Festival on 4 June. Opening Day June 10-12 and Sadie's favorite the Yacht Dog Show on 25 June. Later on, there is the Jimmy Walker Buffalo Chip Toss on 3 September and the Microbrew Fest 17 September.

But the mother of all of these events is the infamous Buccaneer's Day on 1 October.

Buccaneers Day, in case you have been hot-racking with Osama in Pakistan for the last twenty years, is the must-go-to shindig at the island. The formula is simple. Everyone dresses up like pirates and drink enormous quantities of beer and rum. The repartee consists mainly of one word, arrgh, my personal favorite. By nightfall the amateurs are already down for the count and the old salts are just hitting their strides.
I can't wait.
As much as I love Catalina, especially Two Harbors, let's not count out Avalon. Avalon in the summer is overly touristy. Crowded and overpriced, but in the "off season" when the crowds are gone, it's utter magic. You can also have a few Irish Coffees with George and Malinda on Tenacious. How nice is that?
Things are looking up for the last half of the year.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Bravo Zulu

When I heard the news that Osama got whacked last night I was, and still am, elated. I have been asking, for years now, why the full faith and credit of the United States of America couldn't locate, hunt down and kill the son of a bitch. Well it took almost ten years now, but we did exactly that.
We finally located, hunted down and killed the son of a bitch.
I said to myself last night that the only way it could get any better is if a Navy Seal team had accomplished this glorious act. HooRah
Bravo Zulu. Well done sailors.
When the spooks finally targeted OBL, the Seals quickly finished the job.
Once again, Bravo Zulu. Go NAVY.

Postscript 5/5/2011, Cinco de Mayo.
Osama's demise is now yesterday's news, which is as it should be.
Ma'a salama you Son of a Bitch.