OK, so it's April 1st... the wind is STILL blowing! What happened to "out like a lamb"? I was really counting on it! As Bruce and I are driving along the bay front towards the marina he's telling me that it's blowing like stink and we will probably end up with a margarita at the Surf Club. I'm thinking... this is great! Watch the start and have a nice dinner...
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We get there and Steve is saying it's been really blowing. He gets his little wind gauge thingy out and we take to the bleachers to get a better reading.
It's come down a bit but it's still really blowing. Steve takes a beating at the help on Cute Shoes when the winds are much over 20 kts. So he's thinking maybe not... But then, he starts saying things like "I really need a sailing fix" and "whaddaya think?"....
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Whaddaya think I think??? I've been promised a grilled chicken salad and a margarita!
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But poor Steve really needs this and long story short... Jacquie shows up with Sandy and no intention of going out, these two guys are hanging around looking for a ride, so I quickly offer up my place on Cute Shoes to them and they accept.
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hey're happy... I'm happy... Bruce and Steve are happy! Win Win! It's almost race time at this point so the guys get going. Jacquie, Sandy and I chat while watching the race start.
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I took some pictures for the MORF website. Steve has taken over as web master and needs all the photos I can come up with to keep it fresh.
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We had one more wave at our guys as they set out on the course, then Jacquie and I went our separate ways. I went home and got into my jammies for an early night. Bruce and Steve stayed for the monthly social and snuck home to bed.
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