Though every day is freakin' exciting here, I am aware of our potential inability to adequately illustrate the quieter events for you to receive any enjoyment in reading about them - you should skim for the highlights.
We have decided, though we have been told expressly to participate in the local social scene often (and to excess,) in order to sustain ourselves in our continuing period of unemployment, that it best not to be the most intoxicated ladybug-princess/tinfoil knights in the Sunshine State.
Waxy O'Connor, the Irish temptress and yachtie favourite, is relentless with her happy-hour-siren-song for the majority of our hour long walk home. I have been steadfast in restraining Jess and pushing us to instead register with the prerequisite crew agencies and polish the CV's. Having said that, she has convinced me that we may again succumb to the icy cold Budweiser's and oversized portions of fish and chips for dinner tomorrow.
Our courses began today with a joint deck/stew class outlining what we can expect from the industry - a million ways we could lose sleep, fingers, the ability to stay sober etc... before diving into terminology and knot tying. Jess was quick to learn knots - quicker still to point out I still use rabbit ears or velcro for shoelaces. I am practicing my bowline whilst she dictates..."can you help me make that sound funny-bowline...no? nothing?" Classmates range in experience and age but it was encouraging to learn that it is shaping up to be a great season for finding work.
After deciding that the scooter-sans-helmet option on the highways of Ft Lauderdale may be advanced,
(I still look the wrong way at the crosswalk) we will tomorrow invest in pedal-power to shorten the distance to school. There are no vintage tandem mongooses left - I will instead follow close in the hope my lack of North American road-crossing-instinct adjusts quickly.
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