After going through a difficult and impoverished period in his life, the partner of a friend of mine recently came into some money, and has invested it in a good-sized, ocean-ready sailboat. Another friend and I went for a first look yesterday.
Just before leaving, I'd had a bit of a disappointment around an extra-curricular project of my own. The project is still ongoing and quite enjoyable for Our Hero, but the powers that be had given a particular role I'd wanted to somebody else.
The boat is gorgeous. We'd brought wine and beer to celebrate, and I opened a bottle of the latter. Before I could finish, D suggested an excursion in the tiny, two-man dinghy to check out some of the marina's other occupants.
Returning, I went for the final swig of my beer and found something unexpected in my mouth. Dribbling the liquid onto myself (and to a lesser extent the boat), I fished out a live wasp and chucked it over the side. Not before it had given me a little sting on the inside of my lip.
I was halfway through my second beer, when I noticed something that shouldn't have been in that one, either. Looking vaguely like two little coleslaw shards, in this case whatever it was had clearly been down there before the cap was off. My friends suggested some even more disgusting possibilities, and that I should take it back to the store, which is something I could never be bothered to do.
I opened a third, and drank about half before the afternoon wound to a close. No foreign objects noted.
It clearly wasn't really my day. And yet it had been variably sunny, almost warm in the direct glare on the water of the harbour and perfectly comfortable in the open bridge otherwise. Got caught up on news and gossip with some good friends...
It was a pretty nice day, and all the rest of it didn't really bother me much at all. That's how things have been lately.