Saturday, June 24, 2006

Our little Gulf trip stretched out only 5 nautical miles--just far enough that we were beyond sight of land. (Have to take this off-shore stuff in stages: the XO, aka The Nearly Perfect Wife, gets jumpy when terra firma is gone from view.) The weather began to get dicey, so we turned and made for the jetties. Seas were up to 6 feet, but Houdini rode them like a pelican. On the return leg into the Galveston Jetties, we met two big cruise ships headed out under the lowering weather and building seas. The rails on these sea-going casino hotels were lined with every kind of lubber-romantic. You knew them right away: they were the ones making-out behind the lifeboats. The Captain asked the hanging question: how many of those distracted lovers would be hanging over the bulwark instead of each other in a few hours?

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