Optimistically, we rose early, dressed for sailing (for the first time) and arrived at the club ready to race. Pessimistically, the view form the predictors of the weather had something else in mind.
We did a lot of sitting around. Southern YC has a lovely fitness center where we can work off some of our pent up racing energy.
Thanks to John Aras for lunch at the club. Dave and I would never have ordered turtle soup, but goodness, it was good!!!
1:00-ish..race committee held a vote to determine whether we should go out and try for a race this afternoon. Rain, no rain, rain, it went on...
We at least went out on the boats, but the wind died, and we returned in time to research the area for dinner spots.
The group separated, some stayed at the club, a few to a Hornet's game, some downtown (or uptown), we went to the French Quarter, did the tourist gig, Pat O's for a Hurricane and grub. It started to rain as we left the Quarter, and we ducked into another bar (gosh darn it all), until the rain let up enough for us to "balcony surf" to the parking lot. Ahhh, returned to the comfort of the B&B/home. Blog entry, good night.
Hope to sail tomorrow (is there an echo in here?)or this will become known as the Midwinter Eating Championship.
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