Our good friend B. explains the forecast and, by implication, why the grass can wait to be mowed another day.
We were going to title this something more entertaining like "My Crack Head Friends" but spending two minutes searching through Google Images of before and after pics of cocaine and meth addiction was profoundly distressing - thus, the simpler title.
One of the absolute joys of windsurfing in Atlanta are our friends. In our younger days, we used to arrive at Van Pugh and be on the water in minutes. Now, we chat, gossip and catch up so much that we sometimes don't notice that the wind has picked up. We aren't saying that our friends make up entirely for driving fifty minutes and finding the wind much less than predicted (they aren't THAT great) but sitting around and talking on a pleasant spring day comes pretty close.
However, some of our friendships have evolved into some less healthy relationships. We didn't notice it at first but several episodes over the last few months highlighted the issue. Some of you may have experienced the same thing.
Why we can't get stuff done during the day
We have one friend, B., who has a pretty flexible schedule during the day. Consequently, B. often can make mid-week sessions that most of us who have more conventional responsibilities must miss. B. isn't exactly starved for sailing time as he spends quite a lot of time in Nags Head and manages to squeeze in windsurfing on his frequent travels. For some, that would be enough but not for B. He loves windsurfing.