Last night, I got to go out on a yacht, into the Puget Sound.
We had hot dogs, potato salad, and apple pie.
We watched the sun go down. We watched seals play in the harbour. I got to steer the boat into the marina at the end of the night.
It all started at the poetry slam on Monday night. I was talking with a man from the poetry group about the latent apathy of people; about how many people would choose to stay inside with the internet and a television instead of going out to make connections with people and experience new things.
He pointed an accusing finger at me and said “As if you’re any better! If I invited you to dinner on my yacht tomorrow night would you go?”
To which I replied “…YES.”
So five of us from the poetry slam ended up having a picnic of sorts on the yacht Astrid on the ocean, watching the sun set and the full moon rise.
My life is magic.