Sailing..

sailing with b, we are washing the sail in the sea. we are on the dock and she slowly lowers me into the water. i am surprised that the water is warm, clear blue and I say "this is the ocean!? in Oregon?" I am also surprised that my head does not go under. she notices the boat is rapidly drifting away from the dock and asks me to swim after it! we swim as fast as we can, it is really in a current. but we seem to catch it and get it back to dock somehow. later there is a party, which is awkward because i seem to have invited too many, and some odd guests. brad is there, and z's father (whom i do not get along with) patti d., and also i think will and dingo (who do not get along well either)  we are playing an interesting game which requires holding up an odd object and repeating strange words, nonsensical sounds or some action such as a secret handshake. you must remember the action that goes with each object as we pass them around. the game is actually a hoot and really breaks the ice. i mention that it is saturday, and we should party down because i will have to go home on sunday.