While I was at Cafe Vecchio (Old Cafe) where I found wireless yesterday I was talking to one of the people in the front and someone came up behind me and rubbed their hands down my sides. Needless to say I turned around and was about to commit a violent act until I saw it was Adam.
I think Adam needs to know his audience before he does stuff like that.
But he did dance with me last night (convinced me to, and it was a little fun and a litttlllle intimate because I am not used to dancing -- knot dancing, he called it, where you do not let go of each others hand) and he is rather a gentleman the rest of the time . . .
And I made dinner. It was roast. Darren and I were quite a pair, neither of us really knowing what we were doing. As a result dinner was an hour late. It tasted good though. He put honey on carrots and baked them and I was mortified. The poor carrots. They tasted good in the end but I am not letting him know that.
I got a voicemail from one of my friends. So stoked so stoked.
And we may not be sailing to France. Our location is now up in the air.
Went out last night to the irish pub and did not drink anything this time. Darren, of all people, shoved his Guinness at me, starting a whole chain of people shoving drinks at me, and I was like... no... I am fine... I do not need anything to drink.
Did not do too many exciting things otherwise. Walked around.
Oh, my little sister will be excited about this -- I found a KERORO toy dispenser in the little mall here. Sergeant Frog action figures!!!
I did not buy any (no 1 euro coins at hand when I needed one), but I took a picture of the machine.
Sail today at 4 pm.
All that good stuff.
Three hour watches again. Yay!!!
It is Elli, Darren, Adam and I. We lost Ray. He got put on a watch with Jeremy. Jeremy seems nice.
Next stop will be Lorient France.
I think. Or the silly isles? I mean, that is what this sounds like. I am geographically challenged. I do not know these things.
It is the fourth of July!!!
Yes it is. We have plans to have a BBQ... but it is raining.
Our sail went well. By that I mean that there was a lot of swell but it was not too rough. It is VERY VERY LOUD in our room when the AUTOPILOT is on. I cannot sleep because of the noise. I just lay in my bunk thinking about sleeping. I think that thinking about sleeping is the worst. I have to time getting in and out of my bed with the rocking of the boat.
Plan to go to internet this afternoon. I missed my work duty yesterday so I get to do two today. I am on dinner and I am sweeping/mopping. Good times.
I should probably do that.
So. Watches were pretty uneventful... except for the eventful bits. The ones like... the DOLPHINS AND BIOLUMENESCENCE IN THE BOW while we are sailing that GLOW and look like STARS and is FREAKING RAD!!!
Yeah it is.
Not photogenic, but it is rad.
The guys on board are not to bad. They are really interesting.
Uhm... then on our second watch I leapt out of my bunk and nearly slid to my doom. I wondered -- why is the floor all wet? but it was time for watch and I wanted to ask Elli if she knew (and she is my watch leader so it works out that way). She did not know. I did not think to much of it, we kind of assumed it was my ivy leaf that I have kept in a container with water and that the water spilled. . . I made lunch . . I cleaned up lunch... and then Fred yells up the stairs "KENDRA! KENDRA! I THINK YOUR ROOM IS LEAKING!"
...
sure enough. there was like, two gallons of water rushing around on the floor of my room. Darren and I go in to check it out, he fixes the problem (the cooling water pipe had coome off and was spraying water) and we mop. And mop. We eventually got a system down. Two towels, he wrung, I mopped. My goodness. We filled three mop buckets full of water. I am thankful that he stayed and helped mop though. None of my stuff got too wet except my bras -- which was a pain (why only those? no idea) fortunately my laptop was not on the floor in the place I usually keep it or it would have been soaked.
Then, a few watches later, there was a really really clear sky and you could see all the stars in the universe. There were A LOT of stars. It was AWESOME. I enjoyed it quite a bit and spent quite a bit of time outside. Then my tummy was rumbling but I did not know what I wanted and finally settled on cereal... so I go into the galley and open the fridge to get the milk out and someone had left a package of 1 liter UHT milk on the top, open, and had not placed it securely so it spilled down alllll of the shelves to the bottom of the fridge. I spent the next half hour mopping up milk out of the fridge and off of the floor. We now make jokes about cows... better find and stop that cow.
The jokes are preeeettttyyyy lame.
annd... then we arrived here in Spain. I had breakfast and went out with some of the guys (Ian, Fred, Johan, and Ray) and went to a place where they had wireless so I updated my livejournal.
After that we walked around forever and ever and ever during siesta so the stores were mostly closed. Did not find anything too exicting until we got into this cute little sqaure and all of the Britains... being everyone but me and Fred... got sucked into this Irish pub. I was not too interested in spending time in a pub but its not like I knew where I was or anything so I went in. And then Ian is buying me drinks. I was pretty dang sure that they knew that I do not drink alcohol or anything so I figured the drinks would be safe.
No damage done, but they weren't.
Ian ordered me something called Bailey's (apparently it is Irish cream) which was really good and a pina colada (which I did not know had alcohol in it, I thought it was something else) So I drank both of them. I think I should not drink alcohol at all. At all at all. It made my heart hurt, like, everytime it pumped it equaled searing pain. I had experienced that after drinking alcohol before, lightly, but this time it was s-e-a-r-i-n-g.
I think alcohol is bad for you.
We got guiness shirts. :) because they were drinking guiness and the bartender and Ian hit it off really well. So now I have a black guiness shirt. It is a little tighter than I like to wear my clothes but everyone claims it looks good on me. I may wear it once in a while. It matches my brown capris.
We did Boat mantainence this morning. I rubbed and scrapped off rust. The boat looks whiter now ;). I was coated in rust speckles :(.
Been playing with Ian's Zune. He is the only other person I know outside of my family who has a Zune. He named his Zune Tasty, Tasty.
Why? He noticed I had a Zune as soon as he came on board (I was on my laptop, charging it). I did not really appreciate this guy I know trying to talk to me . . . but in retrospect it is fun to think about.
His zune is brown. I am glad I do not have a brown one.
He is trying to get the zune software on his computer to work. It got uninstalled. We are going to see what we can do about it.
Yes yes yes.
Last night we stayed up late and watched the Transporter and Gladiator. Darren REALLY wanted to watch Gladiator.
It was pretty fun. I was pretty tired though. I am still tired, come to think of it. But I will have time to sleep later.
I hope.
It seems I do little but think when I could be sleeping and not thinking.
Thinking can be good, I guess.
Oh! SO we went to the beach before we left Lexious and it was kind of fun. A little boring for me, but I found ways of keeping myself entertained (tried building a dolphin out of sand, kept threatening to bury Adam in the sand and trying to get Adam to build a castle with me...). And on the way back we got stuck at the draw bridge. We stopped at this little cafe so that Johan could run in and I am feeling kind of, well, my usual weird self, so I spontaneously and without really thinking too much about it started taking pictures of the people sitting outside the diner behind this pole. Then I hear Ian mutter "Now what are you doing?" because I apparently do a lot of weird rather stupid things, and I turned around and ask him 'what are you doing?' (he tells it differently) and he starts making fun of me.
Well, his version goes "she's acting like some kind of spy, taking pictures of people like that, and then she turns around and asks me "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" and all of the people turn and stare at me and they can't see her, because she is behind this pole."
He did say something.
But seriouslly, what is wrong with playing with your camera? He told all of the people on the boat and they all teased me too.
I think the teasing has gone too far. Just because I do not want to go swimming and the excuse I use is that I washed my hair does not mean that that is the actual reason that I am not going to swim and there is no excuse for yapping on about how weird girls are".
Would men rather us girls tell them the real reasons we choose not to go swimming at certain times?
I don't think so.
I do not think they actually want to know.
Keep teasing girls about not swimming and girls will start telling you off and then you will be sad.
Seriously now.
I can only take so much before I start telling people off. . .
You know that feeling that comes before a huge change? The surreal-ness of the situation around you when you know the change is coming, is eminent, and you know there is nothing you can do, yet there is a part of you, still, that wishes that there were?
When you first begin to realize exactly how true the statement "you can never go back to a time in which you were truly happy" is. When the truth sinks in that you truly can never go back. That the time remaining can be counted in mere hours and cannot be extended. The expected transitions are the wost. You countdown till it happens but with every passing hour you become more and more conscious of what is happening and you with to go back.
Yet you cannot.
That is what it felt like as I waited for the lecture phase of my DTS to end. As bad as it felt. I knew I would miss these people. They have become my friends and, though they could not be all I needed, I was used to their quirks and wanted so badly to get to know them.
Transitions are one of my least favorite times. Somethings make them more bearable -- packing, for instance. The night I left for DTS I packed. I repacked. I tried to sleep. I found things to do--Anything to do--to keep me from thinking about the pending transition.
Sitting there, with my DTS -mates all packing and getting ready I had nothing to do. There was no packing for me.
Transitions loom and become like monsters if you pay them attention. The surreal-ness of the situation around you when you are sitting around your friends and you know that you may never see them again mere moments from now turns your reality into a dream. A dream from which you hope at any second to awake from and find yourself back somewhere, sometime, else. The harshest reality is that you never wake up. The harshest reality is that you keep dreaming until you forget the dream.
As the time for the transition between now and then draws closer, As you are at the apex. You see yourself climbing, falling, scrambling to stop. To get away. To have it fast-forwarded or to rewind. That brink of total detestation where the world as you know it, yet again, ceases to be.
This devestation is what I felt as my DTS left on outreach without me.
June 31
Discovered an artist called Alanis Morissette. I rather like her music. The words are a little long... but that is okay. She seems to get away with it okay.
Read a book called FLASHBANG. Wonderful book. If you have not read it, close this window. Turn off your computer. Get a copy. Read it and do not turn your computer back on until you are finished with the book. It is really good.
Sailing.
Well. So my DTS left. I got on to internet. Then I slept. Or tried to. I moved into the bunk above Elli's. It is ... interesting. I feel really paranoiad about the new trainee crew members and just could not relax enough to sleep. I am right next to a porthole. Which is good. Loud noises from the engine. Not so good. But it is better than the alternative. I will get used to it.
So. First off we get out. I go on watch - -
My watch consists of
Elli
Darren
Me
Ray
and Adam.
I am not commenting on either of the latter two, except to say that they are british. My opinions of them waver throughout my experiences with them.
So. I am in charge of fender people. Scary. Fourtunately went all right. Nothing too major. Then I get on my watch about an hour later and I have to make lunch with Ray.
Ray, the only aspect of his personality that I have not wavered on is that I percieve him as quite daft. I have no idea what he thinks or why he does things.
So I am in the galley and experiencing sea-sickness for the first time. I think I may have been the only one who was able to keep my stomach contents in my stomach. I am not sure how I did it either, sheer force of will + frequently laying down. So. We made lunch. He was looking for peas to put in to this soup I put him in charge of making ... told him that we did not have any avaliable and if we have them he would need to ask someone else if he could use them for that. He ignored me and wasted what little energy he had looking for them. The thing that gets me most about Ray is that when he asks you a question and you answer I do not know or I am not the one to ask or anything of that nature he instantly asks you again, as though you are daft or something. I think my seasickness was brought about by anxiety and annoyance. Probably more anxiety. There being 7 people on board who I do not know and do not trust appearing practically everywhere and asking lots of unanswerable questions. . . anxiety? We got that. I think this anxiety bridged on Paranioa. Maybe I had them both. I started feeling better the next day.
We finished lunch. I went upstairs and laid down. Started feeling better, by forcing my thoughts onto spinning three dimensional shapes. My thought process was ... what would the earth look like if it were a spinning cube and not a spheroid? this could be cool. Then I flattened and entended the cube in my head to turn it into slicing objects or other shapes. This made me feel better. I finised my watch. Helped put up the jib. this is funny: I go down to finished cleaning up after lunch and see two cutting boards are out. Not thinking, I open the cabinet on the starboard side where we keep the cookie and baking trays and cutting boards, which is located on the starboard side of the boat. The boat is heeling port side. ALL OF THE METAL THINGS AND CUTTING BOARDS FLY OUT AROUND ME AND MAKE THUNDEROUS NOISES. Elli asks from upstairs "Are you alright?"
"YEAH," I shout back, "Just a bunch of loud noises and hurt pride."
I did manage to get it all cleaned up. Did some manual labor stuff pulling ropes and coiling ropes. All that good stuff. Went to bed. Discovered that I could roll out of my bunk if the boat is keeling a certain direction. Could not sleep for paranoia of falling out of bunk.
Then I stayed in the land between rest and waking and came to reality 2 hours late for my watch. Made my way out of my bunk, up the stairs to the wheel house and la and behold - - i saw ... Jeremy. Our temporary skipper. And he was the only one. So I apologize for being late to watch. To which he responds - - nothing to worry about. Okay.... then we exchange pleasantries about how are you this morning and I ask "where is Elli?" 'oh, about somewhere...'
weeeiiirrdddd.
Darren was in the plot room and Elli was standing outside. Pfft.
I went back to my bunk and limbo land with some peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches and other various sail foods (hungry is the worst. It makes you feel more sick - - trust me. I snack so much on sails. . . ) was on time for the next watch. Which was in day time. Do not remember anything significant about that. Darren spent the remainder of all of the watches laying down in the wheel house chart room unto the chart table. Poor guy. The whole sail (which went 20 hours over) he could only eat and keep down two pieces of fruit. I wished there was something I could do for him, but I did not think offering him food or tea or anything would be a good idea. Poor Elli was very sick too. I wished I were capable enough to handle the boat and could have sent her to bed. Nothing much I can do about it, I suppose.
So. well. okay. Nothing too exciting to mention the next couple of watches. Until last night.
We had had the boat on autopilot for like, ever. Then one of the generators blew (fortunately I was feeling well, even though I had not reached actual sleep the limbo-land of half conciousness is slightly more restful than being wide-awake) and autopilot went off. So now Elli and I are steering. While Elli is steering, Adam had placed a cup on top of one of the surfaces and the large swell-motion of the ship knocked it off and it shattered into a million pieces. Elli starts to instruct Ray to grab a broom and he starts asking where they are. My experience with Ray told me I should just do it myself. So I carefully make my way downstairs (because I was barefoot and had to walk over the glass) grab and broom and start bringing it back up. I am nearly up the stairs when Ray grabs the handle and I get very mean. All I say is "Let go of the broom" and he backed off (I feel guilty, but I have task modes too). I swept up all of the glass everywhere, though he insisted it was only in this one corner. Its a law of physics somewhere, if glass breaks is sprays glass splinters >everywhere<, not just in one direct. Plus lots of people go barefoot upstairs, there is no way I am going to take any chances.
I plotted the position a lot.
That crisis diverted, the boat is rocked furiously, as it had been doing for a whole day and the galley sounds terrible, so I am sent down to make sure everything is secure. The kettle had fallen and sprayed water everywhere, but everything looked secured. So I went back upstairs, then back downstairs and mopped. My yogurt also died in the fridge. It got punctured on something. It was a terrible terrible event. Sarah was awake and wanting to know what happened to the generator. I had no answers. Bob and Darren were working hard to fix whatever the problem was. When Darren was not in his habitual happy place in the plot room he was in task mode. Joao, a crewmember only for this sail, mentioned today that "You actually have a personality, you talk and smile!!" to Darren (He had only seen Darren sick to death and in task mode). It was very funny. So then I helmed. Then there were dolphins in the dark. They stir up the biolumenescence and grow in the dark. They look like meteors or glowy torpedoes. It was great.
I am landsick. Oh the joys the joys...
So this morning we arrive and I have to get my band of scallywags to fender. Went well. I had a plan and I stuck to it.
1. Bowl of cereal
2. shower
3. long nap of actual sleep
The third and final thing on the list was thwarted by Elli bringing me back from limbo-land an hour later with news that everyone is going to town. So we did. I took quite a few pictures. We say a cathedrawl with awesome pipes. We (MKK, Elli, Darren and I) ate at this interesting little restaurant and talked. uhmm... oh. I found an ATM that worked for both Elli and I so I have some money now. Yay.
We had Port wine and vanilla ice cream mixed together. It was very interesting the wine was 19.5 percent alcohol. It was really really strong wine. We hardly even tapped into it. We used like a half a cup. The guy at the register, when we were buying it, told Darren not to drink the entire bottle by himself or he would have a hang over for three days. The bottle also had a picture of Jesus on it, so then we laid around in the grass of the park we were at and ate port float and right as we opened the bottle a church bell tolled three and started playing jesu joy of mans desiring. It was hilarious. So we stayed at the park and talked and talked and then we walked back. I hurt my foot somewhere along the way and found the trip home quite uncomfortable. My foot feels better now though.
I must go. TTFN.
Will update again later. Sorry this is backdated.
Love you all bunches.
optimisticHope to see the lot of you LJ readers/players there!
In other news:
I GET TO GO SHOPPING!!!! David doesn't have any shorts to take to Creation, so I'm going to take him shopping on friday. We're also gonna get the bridesmaid her dress and I'm going to try and pick up her jewlery. I can't find the one I was looking for though, so I'll see if I can't find something else that will work. We're also going to look at invitations and vest colors. I need to find something in red that looks good under black and white...it'll be tons of fun though. We're also going to go down to bed, bath & Beyond and/or Linens and Things to register for some stuff. I think we're also going to register at somewhere like wal*mart/Target. I have half a mind to send out a card that says where people could get us gift cards too, but we'll see what shopping holds. I think a lot of the stuff we really need is like decorative/furniture stufffs. I'm pitching for getting mostly new kitchen stuff. We already have a lot of bathroom/bedroom stuff and i know that we don't have hardly anything for a front room, but you can't really register for furniture and stuff, so maybe just a Junk fund.....ok, ok I'm rambling again.
Point being I'm really excited.
So, Friday is the 4th and I still have no idea what we'll be doing, but David got me a box (144 ct) of sparklers and some chicken fireworks to play with and I picked up a kids pack that will be fun. If we decide we're going to go to my parents I might pick up some more just so that we have a good ground show if nothing else. Besides, I figure if I go on the 3rd or 4th I'll get better deals anyway.
Well, This is probably long enough. Adios.
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mizzbeehive1963 on 07.01.2008 at 05:14pm
On a sad note, my friends Dennis and Lynn, another gay couple, broke up over the weekend. They had been together 7 years. So sad!
Since I was exhausted from the weekend, I slept for about 15 hours yesterday, so I really didn't get much accomplished, as I'm sure you can imagine.Tonight, however, I am off to another Gay Mens Task Force meeting. I'm really trying to get into the habit of going while I'm not busy with school.
This is why I decided not to go to law school: Plaintiffs are idiots.
Posted byquetz on 07.01.2008 at 01:57pm
seriously...
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/p
Another Gay Sunshine Day!
Posted bymizzbeehive1963 on 06.29.2008 at 09:14am
Current Music: Another Gay Sunshine Day-Nancy Sinatra
[18:00:16] robert> .... isn't that the command for "cut"?
[18:00:18] robert> what is he cutting?
[18:01:06] Powerlord> His wrists.
[18:01:14] ryan> the bonds between realities