Um, it's called polygamy?

Today I helped Carly and the Whitesailors. This particular group of Whitesailors is pretty small because there is only one instructor, and most of them, very strangely, are somewhat well-behaved. We played the most boring game of capture the flag ever, the only thing interesting thing happening is that both Max and Matt launched themselves into prickle bushes at about the same time, but on opposite sides of the playing area and without knowing that the other was doing it. The only difference between them, is that with Max it was an accident, he was trying to catch Jimmy who had the flag (Megan knows Jimmy, we all went to LA together), and Matt did it on purpose. Nobody is quite sure why.

After the game we went back to the Boathouse and did some theory; Carly taught points of sail and the different types of boats. We played the boat game, and I got to jump and land stomach first on the ground pretending to be the hull of a boat about ten times in two minutes.

Storm-rigged, then ate lunch. Greg complained about us being near the Boathouse because he needed to wash the concrete in front of the building and the Whitesailors were eating lunch on it.
Went sailing after lunch. Unfortunately there was no wind until about half an hour before we told the sailors to head in, so we made them play ball tag. I hung out in Patty, one of the zodiacs, with Carly and Jimmy, and discussed how bad damage to a boat had to be before we told Brent, because we knew he would be mad if we told him that there had been a minor collision between two of the 420s and part of the hull was cracked on one of them, plus there was a large scratch on the side of the hull as well.

One of the Whitesailors, Kate, is pissing me off so much. I can't see her passing. Her sister is not much better. I guess it runs in the family.

Oh, and I'm probably going camping next weekend. Yay rugby.