Adventure Us 2: The Floor Has Been Ripped Out From Under Our Feet

Thursday, July 11, 2013

The Floor Has Been Ripped Out From Under Our Feet

Let me brag on My Michael for a moment. Not only because of his total commitment to our lives and events, but also for his sincere dedication to the completion of S/V, Adventure US 2.

Regarding our personal events:

You may recall my mom has been visiting from the da Burgh (Pittsburgh, for you non BLACK and GOLD fans) for the last three weeks. Michael has been nothing but the most remarkable and accommodating man two women living (temporarily) under one roof could ever hope for.

Regarding Adventure US 2:

A few months ago Michael pulled a section of the floor out of the aft cabin to see if he could refinish it. Home it came in the back of his Expedition and into the garage. I am not sure what prompted him to start this project, or even to research replacement, other than he did not like the hinges on the access hatches to the under-floor mystery holes, or the way the floor was framed-out around the perimeter. Whatever it was, he has begun the process of upgrading Adventure Us 2's sole.

After weeks of research and a few phone calls he decided to get a few estimates for the work he wanted to do. After talking to a number of different tradesmen he made a decision on a craftsman and set a date for the installation. He did however resolve to do the demolition of the old floor himself. The scheduled installation date of the new floor, is/was July 9th, so he spent 3 days on his knees tearing the floor out over the Fourth-of-July holiday.

My Hero!

Today begins the installation and I can't be more excited to see and post the final product!

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How we met

His version:
I picked Janet Lee out of a police lineup. She was accused of ripping some guy's heart out and eating it while she whistled Dixie. I thought WOW, finally a real southern belle, any woman that can whistle with her mouth full has got to be from the South. Needless to say I told the cops they had the wrong hooker... uh ... I mean girl. We met a month later and the TWO of US started our ADVENTURE by sealing the deal in the back seat of my car.
If you ask her how we met she will probably say she found me throwing up in the bushes behind an all night sports bar, but it's not true. It was a strip club. Oh yea, and she is not really from the south, she's from an eastern nation that bleeds black and gold.

Her Version:
I was at the bus station dropping off my gardener for his bi-annual trip to visit mamasita when I heard a commotion coming from the arrival terminal. Michael (I didn't know his name at the time) was about to be arrested for trying to pilfer coins from a pay phone. He looked kind of cute, and I hate to see grown men whine, so I apoligized to the cops for being late, and explained he was my pool man that just arrived from Denver. He looked as though he had not eaten in a couple of days so I took pity on him and bought him dinner. After a couple of bottles of wine I learned he can be quite charming in a hopeless, down on your luck, sort of way.
If you ask him how we met he will probably say he liked my photo spread in some men's magazine. The truth is the TWO of US began our ADVENTURE together five years ago on Match.com. Oh yea, and he is right about one thing: I love, eat, pray and bleed black and gold.