I missed a day. I didn’t do anything anyway.
Had a great weekend, if a bit boozy.
Saturday I sailed with most of my racing team. A beautiful day, 8 knots of wind, hot sun…
We went up and down the harbour a few times, with our big colourful spinnaker flying on the downwind runs. That preceeded a few hours sitting on a patio guzzling beer. As heavy as guzzling sounds, we had to wait in a 20-minute lineup every time we wanted refills. There was only 1 person working as cook/cashier/bartender at the harbourfront on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. And he was a SLOW lone worker!
Sunday I was supposed to have brunch with a friend, but that got cancelled at the last minute. Instead, I went to the social thingy that my co-op was hosting. An afternoon in the sun, with more beer and cigars… By the time I went to a birthday dinner that night, I was HAMMERED.
I might take a few days without beer. I feel the need to dry out, even if this means not sitting on sunny patios after work.