As part of my lucky streak of falling in shit and coming up with a diamond, Kerstin and Kate received horrible service during a sailing lesson. The diamond is that the manager offered them a sunset cruise with some friends as atonement. It became part of my streak when they invited me (I'm sure it was to get the wtb along, not me.) Wine and cheese were also provided. Snacks turn a lucky find into an uber-lucky find. Add wine and women and I just don't know what to do.
The boat in the big picture is the Braveheart, former yacht of Mel Gibson. You know, sometimes I wish I was an anti-semitic, ultra-Christian, drunken filmmaker. If it paid in yachts, I'd definitely deal with the social stigma. I'd have my yacht to keep me warm.