The Captain Is Livin The Dream Baby, Livin The Dream

Days Until I Am Married:  257

Current Weight:  182 pounds

As you may or may not have noticed, I did not post a blog last weekend.  I had quite the eventful weekend, so I decided to postpone it until today.  In the two weeks that have passed since then, I have lost an additional three pounds.  While it is great to write about losing weight, the actual work involved in losing weight really sucks.  Since Megan is now forced to wake up ass early because of her new job, I decided to wake up at the same time as her and run so we can stay on the same schedule.

Last week I started waking up at 5:30 in the morning during the week to go on a three mile run across the bay.  It sucks getting up before the sun, but the results are great.  This is the only thing I really have to complain about, the rest of my life is fan-fucking-tastic.

I’m really starting to feel like I’m livin’ the dream.  Last weekend, I took the fastest boat at the marina out by myself for the afternoon and did high speed donuts in the bay until my face turned green.  Afterwards, I called a friend of a friend named Jimmy and offered to pick him up for a ride in the boat.  Turns out he lives a couple of miles from the marina on a bayside house that has a dock.  He is the caretaker of a historical bayfront mansion, and lives on the property.  So basically, he’s a guy with a sweet dock but no boat, and I’m a guy with a sweet boat but no dock.  We both agreed that this was going to work out nicely.

The following nite Jimmy picked me up and we attended the first bout of the Bradentucky Bombers, the local girls rollerderby league that just formed.  This was the first live rollerderby event for both of us, and it kicked both of our lame asses.  Not only was the action badass, it was by far the most females under 40 that I’ve seen in the same room since moving to Sarasota.  Jimmy decided to cheer for the nerdy chick team and I predictably cheered for the pirate chick team.  Of course the pirate team won, Go Cutthroat Cuties!  Jimmy is a really cool guy and I am stoked to finally know a single dude to hang out with, let alone one with a frickin’ dock.

Since I am now officially the Captain and it is my year, I kept the pirate theme going this weekend by attending the Gasparilla Festival in Tampa.  Tampa doesn’t really celebrate Mardi Gras, so Gasparilla is basically Tampa’s pirate themed version of Mardi Gras.  Instead of random bar hopping all nite, my buddy Amir was able to score us invites to a private party in a luxury high-rise condo building.  This place was brand new and un-fucking-believable.

The party had a buffet and a fully stocked bar, piles of beads, and even some fine Cuban cigars.  Inside there was a pool table and a DJ, outside there was a heated pool and a fireplace.  I spent the evening drinking Moet and Grey Goose with Tonic and conversing with people who are far richer than I will ever be.  While the nite wasn’t nearly as wild as say the last couple of Mardi Gras in St. Louis (I’m looking at you, Bill, Brian, and Jamie) it was a way classier.  In fact, I think that would be a good way to sum up most of my life in Florida thus far: ¼ as wild, 10 times as classy.  Livin’ the Dream Baby, Livin’ the Dream.

Well, Megan is currently up in Tampa for the evening and I just drank the last of the Bombay Sapphire.  Looks like it’s time to switch to Kettle One and watch Jackass Number 2.

Ciao,

The Captain

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