(source: empress yacht of sausalito)
Today, I got to sail the 7 seas… errrr, the San Francisco Bay. My husband was invited to come aboard the Empress yacht for a bay cruise while he, along with a bunch of other architects, were given a product presentation. He asked me to come. (A yacht, you say, on the bay?! ) I was really exited. I have never been on anything close, other than that one time that I fished on my uncle’s dinky, by comparison, boat. I will never forget that day. I was 15 and spending the summer with my uncle. I sunburned through 7 layers of skin on that trip because good ole’ Unk. Mick didn’t consider needing sunscreen while fishing on open water in 100 degrees! (I digress.)
I had carefully planned my outfit for this cruise. It was going to look similar to the one below. Then it dawned on me as I was getting ready this morning–4-ish inch heels will not work on the choppy bay waters! (What was I thinking?) I tried SO hard to make my original outfit work with flats. Yet, the proportions, sans the heels, were all wrong.
By this point, I was 20 minutes late but demanded an outfit change! I snagged this old Zara dress that I bought in Mexico 5 years ago. I pulled on a pair of leggings (lest I freeze on the water). They went over my new deadstock vintage stockings that I bought from my friend, Nickie. (They are the kind that are two separate pieces sewn together, creating superior quality and a nostalgic seam on the back.) I threw on a vintage coat & gold loafers and quickly said au revoir to the baby and sitter. Then I raced to the City, praying the cruise didn’t set sail without me. I got there with minutes to spare (pheww). In my typical fashion, I was overdressed. I saw a lot of button-ups with khaki (GASP! Come on Designers. Is that all ya’got?! JC excuses their appearance, citing that they’re contractors, not architects. Pshhh.)
How did the cruise go? Everything went wonderful. The food and wine was fantastic. Views of the Golden Gate Bridge and the lovely sea-cliff homes of Marin Country (my home) were breathtaking.
(source: bay bridge, yacht interior, golden gate bridge, tiburon cliff )
I just wish I wasn’t seasick for the whole time. I wanted, so badly, to enjoy it. Yet, I felt like I had one-to-many, even though I didn’t. Alls I needed was fresh air and a stable ground to stand on, but there was none. It was 4 hours of coping with artificial dizziness. I suppose I need more yacht experience before I venture onto high seas in the future.