Sunday, August 8, 2010
Biggest floating party and I'm not there
You won't find me in the midst of those boats pictured above. In fact, I've never even been to the event that takes place about three miles from where I live. It is the last regatta of the season and has been called the largest floating cocktail party.
The whole thing takes place at a small creek near the historic Sea Island Yacht Club. The currents run swift through the creek so about a hundred years ago a couple of families decided to test their boat designs in some friendly competition. And like most things American, the competition got stiffer each year as more people wanted to vie for bragging rights.
So every year during the first weekend in August, the highway leading to where I live turns into a freeway as people haul their boats to meet up with friends who have hauled their boats and so on. The boats raft up together, people drink way too much, and most of them never even know that there is a regatta going on. This bunch of hearty partiers wouldn't know a halyard from a sheet and could care less.
Unfortunately, every year there seems to be some kind of major accident that results in death. Either people have gotten drunk and fallen in the water or gotten behind the wheel and crashed into one of the ancient oak trees along the road. Hopefully, this year no one will pay the ultimate price for being stupid and driving drunk. There are enough law enforcement out both on the water and on the roads to discourage any shenanigans.
Even though I live on the island and about 3 miles from the yacht club, I've never been to the regatta. It just seemed too crazy, too many boats, too much chance of an accident. So as I have been for the last 21 years, I was away from the crazy scene. We spent the weekend on the water but at our usual anchorage off the Harbor. There was a terrific storm on Friday night that rocked the boat with 55 mph winds and heaped up waves that looked more like something in the Roaring 40's than a creek. We survived the blow and the sheeting rain. Saturday was nice and today was wonderful for sailing back to the marina. I also found my first partial Megalodon tooth on the beach this morning. It was huge but unfortunately cracked.
A friend called to tell C. that her boyfriend had gotten dead drunk, gone into a black out and peed on her and all over their bed. They were at the regatta party. I don't envy anyone having to deal with an alcoholic in a black out. Not fun and there is so much anger. I am just thankful that we had a quiet evening with no issues. This lady is not ready to give up on her boyfriend. I wonder how much more it will take. Some of us are stubborn and hold on for years until one day we snap and something in our heads goes off. That's when I knew that I needed help and went to Al-Anon.
Well, I'm dead tired. It was a nice weekend but I need to get some real sleep in a real bed. Good night.