January 27, 2005

Yesterday was just one of those days that make you glad you don't live in Nebraska, Oklahoma, DC or New York. Okay, just kidding, I'm always glad I don't live in NE or OK. Those places are NEver OK. Ha. Sometimes NY and DC can be a good laugh (good for a laugh?), but generally just not up to par.

Anyway, the best part of the day started, as usual, after 5:00 PM when I headed down to the sailing club (posh) to meet up with Cap'n Chris, First Mate Soren and those without titles (Georgie, Henry and Jordan...so due for a promotion) to check out the sunset from the bay. Loaded with Bushmills, Miller Lite, Fattyweiser, Grilled Cheese Crackers and some other stuff, we drifted from Coconut Grove over to Key Biscayne in time to watch the moon rise over Crandon Park. I've got to say, though, was a little nervy about being out there at first having just watched "Open Water" and not necessarily wanting to end up marooned and eaten by sharks, barracudas, manta rays, remora fish, etc. Good thing I was tuff, though, because it was unbelievable -- the moon was huge and orange and rose in 8 minutes (we timed it very scientifically) over glass-water. Wrapped up the adventure with a half a rack & wings at Scotty's. Mmmmmmmm.

Today has been a little less magical, but not to say not fabulous. Still waiting to whoop Marce in Scrabble upon her return from "lunch" (the only person I know who considers lunch to be 45 minutes on the treadmill). Other than that, it's just sell, sell, sell and sell. Sell. Also, to switch things up today, I decided only to write in green ink. I know, I'm crazy. Will Magsie convince me to go to West Palm tonight? It's a nail-biter....