I haven’t told you everything about me quite yet – patience, people. Patience. It’ll all come out over the course of time, just like your secret love for Barry Manillow.
Forgive me. I digress.
A few years ago, my husband, Marty Metro, and I bought a 1975 houseboat. I know, I’ve heard it all before; Jews and boating don’t mix. First of all, we’re JewISH and second — I grew up boating on the Chesapeake Bay, so it’s in my blood, people. Deal with it. Though, I can assure you, you won’t find a whale belt wrapped around my waist.
Buying a boat was one of my crazy ideas that I idealized as we drove down the I5 freeway on our way from The Delta in Northern California to our home in Los Angeles. It’s a pretty long drive, so there was lots of time to fantasize. Oh, I had such plans for our boat… We’ll renew our wedding vows on the top deck. We’ll have annual summer water-olympics contests complete with belly–flop competitions, greased watermelon carries and 50 meter swims. We’ll even participate in the annual Christmas Parade (like I said, JewISH).
The boat pickings were slim.
Then we found her! It was pretty much love at first site!!!! This headboard was one of the biggest selling points of the boat. Come on, gotta love the retro 70s orange headboard. Think I’m joking? I’m so not. I totally heart the 70s. Oh, that right there is our dogger, Sasee.
So, we did it! We negotiated and bought this boat that we thought would be named Green Anchors!