L U N A T A L K with Eva Moon

No Sailor Moon

August 30, 2008 on 2:59 pm | In General Musing, Travel |

I was hoping to share breezy/sunny pics of me hoisting the mizzenmast or getting keel hauled or whatever it that people do on sailboats, but it was not to be. I showed up at the appointed time and dock, but it turned out they were racing that night. I wouldn’t trust myself as ballast in such circumstances and sadly trudged away from a new career as a seafaring wench.

But it is the sort of trip where one follows one’s feet and doesn’t get too attached to any particular outcome. Had I been on the briny I would have missed a stumbled-upon outdoor jazz festival. When one hatch closes, a porthole opens. In this case the porthole offered a rented chair, a glass of chardonnay and some sweet tunes.

Thus ended the leisure portion of my trip.

A while back I wrote about a restaurant concept we came up with called “Pitchers” where all the food comes served in pitchers (Pitcher o’ Bacon, etc.). Ok, we were drunk, but admit it - the idea is brilliant. Subsequent drink - I mean business development sessions led us to the conclusion that Americans might find it intolerable to have to wait for the pitchers to arrive so we dumped that idea for the even more brilliant “Hoses” restaurant concept. I had a preview Thursday and Friday at an event innocuously called a “user conference” where the hoses descend to sluice great heaving mounds of information directly into the pried-off top of ones head. The jury is still out on how much of it will actually be digested and how much will simply pass through, but I feel sufficiently stuffed to justify the trip.

Sailing home now, but the ship is becalmed with a three and a half hour delay in Straights of Detroit. I don’t recall signing up for the Detroit tour of duty. If the Northwest winds don’t fill our sails soon, I may volunteer to walk the plank.

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