Tropical Depression: Dinner with the Cap'n
I went out for a late dinner yesterday to meet some friends of a friend.
It was the Captain's birthday (50). I met the Captain (Mitch), met his mate (4th definition), (Lloyd? Ryan?).
At dinner (good Chinese) we talked about hiking and surfing, we joked about sea cucumbers (look like old man penises), sea bass (overfished but tasty), and jellyfish (last resort for eating) and drank an (un)healthy quantity of Gekkeikan Sake.
Visually, the best part of the night was a night cap on the boat.
I mentioned having checked it out from afar, previously, at a dock opposite.
They said I was "perving".
Welcome, my new favorite word.
Perving.
