Sailing, sailing, jumping off the railing!
Drinking, drinking ’till the ship is sinking!
Gambling, stealing, lots of sex-appealing!
Come, let us sing the sailor-song…
Well not quite, but you get the general idea. After soccer today, Nick suggested we take his boat out… so we did! Used Pete’s 1960 Thunderbird to do the travelling, and every single tourist in Sausalito took a photo of us cruising. The bay was cold and the wind was scanty, but we cruised to Angel Island, roasted some sausages, shared some pumpkin bread from my mother, and generally had a swell time. We took some very hot pictures, including some of me being awesome savior of the day tillar man. Enjoy!