Project 289 - Day 53 (Saturday 9 May 2009) - Off On the Wavy Blue Yonder

Lots of gay men like to go cruising.

But then, there is, cruising.... and there is CRUISING in a fabulous old wooden yacht across Sydney Harbour from Glebe to Middle Harbour and then to Cobblers Cove, where we dropped anchor (note my clever use of obscure nautical jargon!) and spend a very pleasant 5 hours quaffing wine, and seafood, sushi, chicken wings (from chickens, the tuna of the sea as Jessica Simpson would no doubt describe them) ... and lamingtons! Yes lamingtons.

It was one of those perfect Autumn days that you'd write home to mother about in the old days. Now, of course, you'd blog, twitter or, heavens forbid if you're a complete Luddite, email. (Actually if you're a complete Luddite, you'd scratch the waxing lyrical about the weather onto a stone tablet, and throw it onto a donkey for the 6 month trip to your mother, by which point, it's um, not Autumn.) The only dark moment on this gloriously sunny day was the terrible head cold I developed overnight, but pumped full of Berocca (wow my first commercial endorsement) and Codral (my second one!), I sailed (every pun in the world intended) through the day, and it was a perfect Autumn day in my body all day long. Awwww.....

Anyway, regardless of how you'd pen your appreciation of the day, it was delightful - just enough sun, just enough wind, and the harbour, thankfully, was calm. I had visions of chuck chundering of the space patrol (barfing for the North Americans reading this) over the side of the boat if it got too rough and I couldn't find my sea legs (I know I packed them somewhere - where are they?!), which one of my fellow yachties helpfully suggested would "make a great photo". No doubt it would, and a colourful one at that (and it would have included carrot... why do 'protein spills' always include carrot?!), but I avoided that particular fate, and sat back, enjoyed the view at Cobblers, the company of the fun group of guys (including my lovely guy below) that we marked Mardi Gras Fair Day with, and the beauty that is Sydney Harbour. 

It was the perfect antidote to the stresses of the week that was, and I plan to work hard now to ensure I can afford a lifestyle like this one day. Of course, knowing me, and my spending proclivities (which make saving a challenge! LOL), I will likely end up with a cask of wine, a few Jatz and a dinghy bobbing just off the sewage plant at Malabar. Close enough.