Rum, golf carts, and bingo.

Well this dilettante has really had one hell of a ride the past few weeks--let's see, where did I leave off? Somewhere in Virgina? Great Bridge was it? Ah yes, a lovely little town with, well, a great bridge.

When I left you my dear little readers, I was bobbing around in the Inter Coastal Waterway, begrudgingly motoring along at a very slow pace and giving the nasty weather the evilest stink eye I could come up with. Two days later, a quick re provision at the Piggly Wiggly (in a 1991 Buick Roadmaster, no less-that's right, I provision in high style) in Beaufort, NC and off we set for the high seas. And high they were. Well high-ish, but enough to have my crew doing a group boot over the side as I sympathetically (ok, that's a lie, I was gloating) watched on, my dear little stomach standing up to whatever Poseidon wanted to throw at me. Thank you Bonine Gods. Another two days and we had calm sees, a happy little Island Piglet and only a couple hundred miles to go. After many meals of pop tarts, chef boyardee and gold fish, a whale siting, a near run in with a rogue floating washing machine and we were THERE. Ahhh, the Abaco. We made it in time for Halloween (as per my very stubborn request), checked in with customs, and spent three glorious days lost in a rum fueled daze, getting as sun burnt as we possibly could and eating as many conch fritters as our bellys would hold. Highlights include: An aging, and yes I say aging, cougar in a pink play boy bunny costume, a golf cart, five gallons of rum, two hundred Kaliks, and a victorious game of bingo. The cougar had a penchant for young girls (me) and dancing, the golf cart, rum, and Kaliks are, er, one way to see an island and as for the bingo, well we had to pay for it all somehow. Success, no?

Ah yes, I may be broke but life as a dilettante is a pretty happy one and I'm just going to go ahead and say that I do it pretty damn well.