Sometimes this living on a boat thing is funny and challenging in unexpected ways. For example, tonight we’re going to a Commodores’ Ball hosted by three San Diego yacht clubs. This means we’ll be in formal wear. In my case a silk dress and in David’s case a tux. The sort of thing one doesn’t want getting covered in salt water while rowing to shore from the boat and the sort of shoes one doesn’t want to get wet at all.
Since we’re always anchored out somewhere, we briefly considered getting a slip and then decided it was too much of a hassle to find one and get the car positioned near it. The logistics continued to stump us for a bit until we decided that we’d anchor at La Playa adjacent to San Diego Yacht Club and use their nice shower facilities for getting dressed. I called the SDYC to confirm that we can use their facilities as well as leave our dinghy at their docks for the evening and now everything is set. The plan is that I row to shore, drop off David to pick up the car parked in a neighborhood near La Playa anchorage, I then row over to SDYC and tie up the dinghy at their docks and David meets me in the yacht club parking lot with the car. That’s the basics of transport.
I still have to steam the wrinkles out of David’s tux this afternoon on the boat and we still must manage to get the formal wear to shore (in a bag!) without damage but it is easier this way than wearing it for sure. Oh, and since we don’t have a blow dryer, I’ll be washing my long hair around 2 pm and sitting in the yacht club reading room letting it dry for a couple hours before getting dressed…but, I have a plan!
When we return, we do the whole thing in reverse–change clothes, David takes the car to the neighborhood parking area, I row over from the yacht club to the beach rendezvous with David and back to Mahdee we go.
