re: #145 Blind Frog Belly White

I was perfectly fine, till we passed the Point Bonita Lighthouse, which defines the end of the Bay and the beginning of The Pacific. Then the collar on my sweater seemed just a little tight. Next my jacket seemed just a bit too warm. 10 minutes later, I’m puking my guts up.

On the way back in, as soon as we passed the Point Bonita Lighthouse, I started feeling better. Within just a few minutes, I was standing on the highest deck where the motion is the greatest, feeling absolutely fine.

That was me, too. But I didn’t play seasoned sailor when I got back. It was that (showing off for his bride who didn’t join us) that cracked me up.

I was like…men, man. And laughed. He was a nice guy, don’t get me wrong. It was just funny.