I received a notification in my email today: Companion Wanted for Extended Caribbean Sailing Voyage
Despite the early hour (yes, sadly, I check my phone for emails every time I wake to pee after 6:30 am, a terrible habit), I was suddenly sunbeams-and-roosters awake. It was a notification from a craigslist auto-search, one that rarely spit up anything of real interest, obscure as I had made it. But something about it, yes, ok, something more than the title and knowledge of just how obscure the search notification was (sail + voyage + Caribbean + all expenses paid) held my eyes open like Calvin’s toothpicks and had my heart beating and skin tingling like I had woken from the proverbial…um… flying dream.
I opened the full email and subsequently the full link and read a paragraph that had me scrambling for passport and packable clothes even while I tried to decipher the email time stamp through bleary eyes and remind myself I needed to actually respond (at the least) before getting too excited (too late!).
Companion wanted for extended Caribbean Sailing Voyage”
I have just finished refurbishing my 38″ sailboat and am ready to try her out on the “long haul.” If you would like to join me on an extended, open-ended sailing voyage from North Carolina south to Miami and on to explore the Caribbean, I am in need of a companion for what looks to be a truly J. Buffett-style adventure. I plan to leave within the month and will pay all onboard expenses for myself and my companion. I just need someone easy-going, adaptable and who likes to laugh to share in this once-in-a-lifetime journey with me.
Oh My Proverbial G.
I responded. Unfortunately I did so before having a cup of coffee and reminding myself to eloquently curb my enthusiasm (to lessen the fear of psychotic fervor one might develop from reading the emails I shoot off at times). Yes, coffee actually lessens the intensity of my emails, contrary to logic, early in the morning.
“IIIIII WANNA GOOOOOO!!!!!!!” is the gist of what I “sent from my Verizon phone, at 6:37 a.m. without spell/grammar/sanity checking.”
Crap. Potentially decreased my chances at having someone look forward to inviting me to spend months on end living daily within 38″ feet of him. Yet again, I wish there was a mulligan button on my phone.
Guess we’ll see what happens…
[this is post 1 of the story, keep reading The Sailing Adventure]