Five O'Clock Somewhere

Welcome to Five O'Clock Somewhere, where it doesn't matter what time zone you're in; it's five o'clock somewhere. We'll look at rural life, especially as it happens in Rio Arriba County, New Mexico, cats, sailing (particularly Etchells racing yachts), and bits of grammar and Victorian poetry.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Return to the lake

After some difficulty, Black Magic arrives at the Butte

Despite all efforts, I was unable to accomplish a successful Internet connection on the trip to Ventura. So now I’m back at the good old Big Food Express, posting the posts I hadn’t been able to post over the weekend.

Right now, the brain is fuzzy, so I hope you’ll forgive me if I seem a bit incoherent at times. After supervising the removal of the boat from the water to the trailer, and retrieving the truck from the repair shop, we got out of Ventura at about five o’clock, and then we spent the next two or three hours in stop-and-go LA traffic. We drove straight through.

It was a bit weird driving at night with a black boat. I drove across most of Arizona. The boat was nearly invisible; I could only tell it was there when it eclipsed the view of something else, or when lights reflected off that very shiny paint.

We switched from listening to Larry’s CDs to the XM radio. Larry found “Frank’s Place” on the menu, although he also did a lot of channel-surfing. Something Larry has been sharing on this trip is some of his tips for dealing with women. One hint he had was to get the girl singing along with the music. Sinatra is Larry’s favorite, but in one really weird moment, the Eagles’ “Desperado” was playing, and we were both singing together as we approached the suburbs of Phoenix.

Earlier in the evening, I had observed Larry in action. He noticed that the name tag of a counter person at a fast food restaurant. “Catrina with a C … Was it with a K and you changed it to a C after the hurricane?” The girl had a great response: “Actually, I’d be proud to have hurricane named after me.” Larry’s later comment to Braxton: “She’s scary, if she wants to have a hurricane named after her.”

I am reminded of a computer video game from the 1980s. It involved a fellow named Larry, cruising Las Vegas gambling and trying for success with women. I even asked whether Leisure Suit Larry in the Land of the Lounge Lizards might be based on his life. Larry’s response: “It sounds like a good idea.”

During all of that driving, typically at least one of us was sleeping, and we had only one pillow, mine. Going back to song lyrics, I notice that one other who’s been dreaming on the pillow I’ve been dreaming on smokes Marlboro Lights.

2 Comments:

Blogger Pat said...

The level of consciousness of the Rat Pack as it left Ventura Saturday afternoon was already a bit interesting.

Monday's forecasts for Elephant Butte are for beautiful winds and temperatures for excellent sailing.

Mon Mar 06, 01:15:00 AM MST  
Anonymous Adrift at Sea said...

It is a bit disturbing to hear that Larry thinks that Leisure Suit Larry games being modeled after his life in any way. Congrats on getting the boat...

Mon Mar 06, 01:09:00 PM MST  

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