americas cup @ the office

Alas, it was the last America’s Cup race. Kiwis and USA tied, this race determines who the winner is. It was almost too windy. “Is the race still happening?” I asked my older, more knowing co-workers. “Oh yes, the wind is between 18-20 knots” they’d reply. One by one we slowly start to fill the large conference room where the ultra-giant tv lives. The wall of windows in this room looks out directly to the race course, except for a big hotel in the way. Blast. Here’s the skipper of team USA (of course, he’s not American). Calm as a cucumber through out the entire race. I mean really, they had a couple of moments where they buried the hull in the water, or turned a corner making it look as if the boat was going to capsize.. but nbd. Just racing a huge expensive boat.


The start was really close, and as that’s the most important part of the race it seems! Of course there are plenty of other places to mess up, but it’s crucial to get started right.


Between people asking questions (“What’s that line mean? What’s he doing? Oh my god they’re going to die!”) and chants when something went well, it was pretty cool to be watching this race, right here in the bay, with my co-workers.


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america’s cup & my closet

I had a three in one morning as I like to call them: laundry, dog park, shower. As in, by the time my laundry was done, I had also taken the dogs to the park and had a shower (and gone thru my storage unit). I finally found that last box of mystery mail from probably two years ago. More crapola to get through, but it feels good to be a wee bit more organized.

On the way back from laundry I was invited to the yacht club to watch the Americas Cup race between the US and New Zealand. Because team USA had been caught being naughty, they’re down four crew members. Their wing also got ruined in the first race, not sure how or what happened but they didn’t have the best run today. There’s more racing tomorrow, you never know, they could come back!


After running more errands, I did more re-organizing. For the last and final time, my closet has been gone trough yet again. And now, all of the clothing I own (even my new foulies!) are in the same place, hung up neatly in the locker. Another box of clothing and old mail, gone gone gone!