Sunday, January 10, 2010
Don't get me wrong. I like rum.
I like it so much that on the way out to the Bitter End Yacht Club in the BVI last month I stopped in at the general store on Beef Island while we were waiting for the North Sound Ferry and bought a large bottle of fine Puerto Rican rum. That should be enough for ten days of post-sailing relaxation or medication (depending on the circumstances) I figured.
Imagine my surprise when we arrived at our villa at BEYC and found another complimentary bottle of rum in the room. Hmmm. This is going to be a good vacation, I figured.
On the first weekend of our stay at BEYC I won the Sunday Laser regatta. Did I mention it before? I went along to the post-regatta party and prize-giving that evening. I only had a couple of beers as I had already been attacking one of those two bottles of rum earlier and I needed to pace myself for another assault on the same front later.
Imagine my surprise when my prize for winning the regatta was... yeah you guessed it... another frigging bottle of rum.
So now I had three bottles of rum and only eight days left to finish them off. This was going to be tough. Could I handle the challenge? How many different things could I buy at the resort emporium that would go well with rum? Does rum go with breakfast? Might I even be forced to share my rum with other sailors? Yikes, what would I do if I won the regatta the next week too?
Houston, we have a (rum) problem.