We haven't gotten any work done because we've been too busy inviting friends over to come look at her and "oh by the way, let's have a drink!". Real work starts tonight. We need to get her de-named by the weekend and have our de-naming ceremony so we can do the real work of re-naming her. We have seacocks to lube (hehehe), a hull to wash, gear to offload into our garage until we get a little more organized, bottom paint to buy and put on, and a football field long punchlist of mast maintenance. Our friend Ben has offered to come over and help with the prep work which kicks a metric ton of ass. We've got alot to get done, ugh.
Up until this point, it's always felt like someone else's boat. But as I stood in the galley mixing pain killers* for Ben, Gina and Christy it hit me. This is our boat. Our. Boat.
We stayed on board last night just 'cuz. It was the first time we've slept in the forward stateroom and I don't mind tellin' ya: it's outright comfy.
*pain killers = rum + any tropical fruit juice = yum
47° 39' 33.62"N 122° 22' 14.04"W