Two long 98 degree days of working at the Hook with our entire fleet fully deployed. Two long nights doing James Brown in the style of karaoke at Jack’s and dancing to Cherry Poppin’ Daddies under the stars at Hoodfest. Two bad slog sessions at the Event Site, trying to waterstart on a 4.4 sail in 15 knot wind (sail too small, wind too light) and fighting to stay upwind because I can’t keep a plane.
My body feels like a sunburned slab of hamburger. That’s ok, though, because my parents are now in town and they buy me beer and feed me thai food.