re-naming party

I promised an update on the re-naming party beyond a picture of me eating the GPS reciever. Here's some more pictures from the event. It was wicked fun and we were really honored that people came by to ring in this new boat of ours.


After the crap Auguary weather, it was nice to have a beautiful September evening.


We overtook our finger pier so apologies to Ian, our neighbor to the west sharing this finger pier. I promise we're not always like this.




Ken and Erin pondering our complete lack of boom.


Like all of our parties, Christy MC'd and I just poured champagne everywhere like a howler monkey flinging poo.


Boat warming gifts from friends. "Cardboard flavored sesame seed horse feed cookies?? You shouldn't have. Really. No really. You really shouldn't have."


Poor Alison, she's always the island of lucidity in a sea of liquored fools.


Fisher measuring out the exact amount of mixer to go with his rum.


Not only was I calling in an airstrike with our GPS, I was also dialing 867-5309. "Hello?" [snicker] "Is Jenny there?" [howls of laughter]


Fisher working on his Blue Steele look. My friend, there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking.


Gotta move on. Gotta move on. Gotta move on. Won't you take me to Funkytown?


Paul and Erin from Windshadow, a wicked cool Fuji 32, clearly regretting ever accepting this invitation.


Oh that's right. I can open a beer with my armpits. Who's thirsty??


KEN: "I'll eat this for a dollar."




Ken's stripping career comes crashing to a mercifully early halt as his hammy lets go like a busted guitar string.


The next morning. That lump on the settee is Ken.


The cockpit was not pretty the next morning. No, not pretty at all.

Thanks to Ben and Gina for most of these pictures. Especially the ridiculously embarrassing ones of me. No really. You shouldn't have.

The rest of the pics are here.

i feel like...

... a bag of hammered shit.

Hello World's official re-naming party last night. I may have ever so slightly over-libated.



To the best of my recollection, I was calling in an air strike by shouting into our circa-1990 GPS. More later when that guy ringing the cathedral bells directly behind my eye sockets knocks it the hell off.

This is “ “, this is “ “, this is “ “, over.

The ceremony was small, inter-denominational and of course followed by copious amounts of champagne and other drinks. No, we didn’t get married – we de-named the boat!

We’ve spent the last week getting the boat ready for the water, but also getting the name off of EVERYTHING. We got the last slops of paint on the boat while our boat friends (in their nicest attire) stood by and watched. As with all of our boat projects, painting ran longer than expected, but compared to some of our other projects, it really wasn’t too bad.

We broke out 2 bottles of champagne for the de-naming ceremony. I read the non-denominational prayer to Neptune, god of the sea while Jason shook up one of the bottles and proceeded to spray it everywhere, including on the both of us (yes, on purpose – he’s so romantic). We passed the 2nd bottle of champagne around the group in a small circle on the dock – no glasses required – this is a high class group. I thought we were going to drink the entire 2nd bottle, since tradition calls for only one bottle to go to Neptune. I was wrong. After the bottle made one round, Jason poured the rest into the water – again to appease Neptune. If I had known that were going to happen, I would have taken a bigger sip on the first go round. That Neptune better be happy.

So, the boat is now un-named. We’ll do the renaming ceremony next week when the new letters come in – and will do a bigger party (as official Sailors, we need to uphold the stereotype of drinking). But next time, I’ll know to take a bigger sip of champagne!

Here’s the denaming prayer that I read – my favorite is the last line (John Vigors Interdenominational Boat Denaming Ceremony):
In the name of all who have sailed aboard this ship in the past and in the name of all who will sail aboard her in the future, We invoke the ancient gods of the wind and sea to favor us with their blessing.

Mighty Neptune, King of all that moves in or on the waves; Mighty Aeolus, guardian of the winds and all that blow before them; We offer you our thanks for the protection you have afforded this vessel in the past . We voice gratitude that she has always found shelter from tempest and storm and enjoyed safe passage to port.

Now we submit this supplication that the name whereby this vessel has hitherto been known [old name here] be struck and removed from your records. Further, we ask that when she is again presented for blessing with another name, she shall be recognized and accorded once again the self same privileges which she previously enjoyed.

In return, we rededicate this vessel to your domain in full knowledge that she shall be subject as always to the immutable laws of the gods of the sea and the wind.

In consequence whereof, and in good faith, we seal this pact with libations offered according to the hallowed ritual of the sea.


The ceremony - and champagne


Uh, yeah, that's champagne on my head - added to the paint that was already there


Drunken sailor

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