Boat Owner! |
Here is the previous owner, Alik, explaining in a thick, Borat-like accent something that, judging by the look on my face, was apparently very confusing. It might have been about how Erica and I are now "married to the wocean" which he was extraordinarily fond of saying. Or maybe that "if you sleep in the wocean, two hours only -- the same as if you sleep all night in bed. In freshwater, maybe 4 hours." Or telling us how we could "find adwenture really easy on a boat. Smuggle marijuana from the Bahamas, make a million dollars". He was really something. Also, he had a prosthetic leg. And a friend named Boris. And one time he put shampoo in the fountain by his apartment and covered the street in bubbles: "It make police crazy!"
Here she is! This picture is from her most flattering angle, and certainly does not capture the unbelievable amount of junk inside. Alik worked at a boatyard for a few months, and proudly told me how he snagged as much stuff as possible while he worked there. To give an idea, here are a few of the things we've found:
10-15 fishing rods, 3 wetsuits, a boat autopilot, flipflops, swimfins, some nice Gap sweaters, several sets of foulies, more fishing rods, more wetsuits, a spare toilet, 1,000 gigantic fishhooks, some spare fiberglass, a sledgehammer, and a giant bottle of vodka (that was in the icebox). I think Erica will be very surprised at how big the boat is, once we clean out enough stuff that you can actually see it.
So we bought a boat, then went out to party spring break style with Erica's awesome cousin. Apparently, beards are not in, because I was quite literally the only person with a beard in all of Fort Lauderdale. And tomorrow, we work. Basically everything on the boat needs fixing, so, if anybody wants to come to Fort Lauderdale, we can trade sailing time for slave labor. As Alik says, "from here, only 8 minutes to the wocean"
Obviously those awesome items are related. Your man clearly knows how to plan ahead.
ReplyDelete1000 fishhooks-->1000 fishing rods
sledgehammer+vodka-->swimfins+spare fiberglass
sweaters+flipflops-->toilet
(Ok, I'm not sure how the last one works, but I'm prepared to trust Alik at this point.)
Maybe the toilet is to flush your bales of marijuana down, if the DEA gets wise.
ReplyDeleteI like this Alik guy. Except that he needs to work on his prepositions. "Sleep in the ocean" is too much like "sleep with the fishes" ... ON the ocean, Alik - ON the ocean ...
ReplyDeleteUm, Echo ... did I ever tell you about the 30 boxes of Mr.Bubble and the fountain at Dupont Circle. I will.
When you're older.
Oh, and the "no beards in Ft.Lauderdale thing: it's the soy.
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