Part 1: Friday-Sunday
May. 23rd, 2003 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesFriday: got on the train after work, called my parents when we left Westerly, and still beat them to Mystic. The train doesn't have to deal with stop signs, and it also doesn't have to put its shoes on and go start the car. Anyway, got to Noank, had dinner, got enlisted to help with getting the boat (28-foot sailboat, hauled for the last two years) ready to launch.
Saturday: got up, had breakfast, and went to perform surgery on the boat. The reason Dad wanted me to do it was because the task in question was to disassemble, grease and reassemble two valves in the lazarette, and I fit in there better than Dad does. This involves getting everything else out of the lazarette (which is a fancy name for a locker in the stern), getting in it yourself up to the waist, arranging your legs on one side of the steering column, lying down on your side, taking the valve apart by loosening two nuts you can't see with two foot-long wrenches, handing the various nuts, washers, etc. up to be greased, getting grease on your hand so you can grease the valve housing, reassembling the whole works (which of course has a right and a wrong way, and you have to find the right way by feel), and then doing it all again on the other side.
Having accomplished that, and having gotten bright blue marine grease under all my fingernails, I went off to shower and nap and all like that there. Got up, changed clothes, and went off to the wedding.
The wedding ceremony took about twenty minutes, and was rather nice. It was more of a civil ceremony than a religious one, although supreme beings did get mentioned. After the ceremony, we all got directed around the corner to a sort of reception area, where there were miscellaneous munchies and two bar setups. That lasted for about an hour and a half, and then they opened the dining room. The night from that point forward turned into a very long meal punctuated with miscellaneous events. Also punctuated with flashbulbs, which I was sitting at just the right angle to see out of the corner of my eye every time one went off.
Anyway, I spent quite a while talking with the maid of honor, who was another of my high school friends, and she offered to give me a ride home so I wouldn't have to wait around for a cab. I got back home slightly after midnight. In general, a good time was had by all, and the newlyweds were off to St. Lucia for a week. I hope they're having better weather than we are.
Sunday: Got on the train in Mystic at about 11:45, got back to Boston at about 1:30, and wished I had stayed in Mystic. I managed to be trying to get back to Brighton at the same time as BU's graduation ceremony ended AND the Red Sox started a home game. I waited through six or seven trains before one came along that I would fit on at all. My coming back to Brighton was a good thing, though, because when I finally got there, I discovered that the cats had eaten an entire bowl and a half of dry food in two days. I remedied that situation and changed the litterbox, and unpacked the wedding stuff and repacked for the trip to New York.
I'll post about New York later.
Saturday: got up, had breakfast, and went to perform surgery on the boat. The reason Dad wanted me to do it was because the task in question was to disassemble, grease and reassemble two valves in the lazarette, and I fit in there better than Dad does. This involves getting everything else out of the lazarette (which is a fancy name for a locker in the stern), getting in it yourself up to the waist, arranging your legs on one side of the steering column, lying down on your side, taking the valve apart by loosening two nuts you can't see with two foot-long wrenches, handing the various nuts, washers, etc. up to be greased, getting grease on your hand so you can grease the valve housing, reassembling the whole works (which of course has a right and a wrong way, and you have to find the right way by feel), and then doing it all again on the other side.
Having accomplished that, and having gotten bright blue marine grease under all my fingernails, I went off to shower and nap and all like that there. Got up, changed clothes, and went off to the wedding.
The wedding ceremony took about twenty minutes, and was rather nice. It was more of a civil ceremony than a religious one, although supreme beings did get mentioned. After the ceremony, we all got directed around the corner to a sort of reception area, where there were miscellaneous munchies and two bar setups. That lasted for about an hour and a half, and then they opened the dining room. The night from that point forward turned into a very long meal punctuated with miscellaneous events. Also punctuated with flashbulbs, which I was sitting at just the right angle to see out of the corner of my eye every time one went off.
Anyway, I spent quite a while talking with the maid of honor, who was another of my high school friends, and she offered to give me a ride home so I wouldn't have to wait around for a cab. I got back home slightly after midnight. In general, a good time was had by all, and the newlyweds were off to St. Lucia for a week. I hope they're having better weather than we are.
Sunday: Got on the train in Mystic at about 11:45, got back to Boston at about 1:30, and wished I had stayed in Mystic. I managed to be trying to get back to Brighton at the same time as BU's graduation ceremony ended AND the Red Sox started a home game. I waited through six or seven trains before one came along that I would fit on at all. My coming back to Brighton was a good thing, though, because when I finally got there, I discovered that the cats had eaten an entire bowl and a half of dry food in two days. I remedied that situation and changed the litterbox, and unpacked the wedding stuff and repacked for the trip to New York.
I'll post about New York later.
