My friend Joe and I are a bit like Will and Grace. Except Joe is not gay, nor am I Jewish. But we love each other just the same, and when we were teenagers we used to play a little water game. You see, Joe and I lived on the Northern Beaches of Sydney which is a strip of land that juts up and out of the Australian coastline, creating a series of beautiful golden sand beaches on one side of the strip, and a number of bays on the other (has anyone seen Home and Away? that is our home - even the school uniform is ours) - our high school was on the bay, our homes were by the bay, and so this is where we played.
We had a little run down runabout, and Joe and I used to take it out every weekend. We would visit out friend Sara across the bay, and we'd hang out by the edges of Scotland Island, or we'd go to one of the creeks and explore (sans funnel web spiders preferably).
And the other day, while I was out on David's runabout cruising the canals of Amsterdam, memories of my time with Joe on the bay came flooding back.
While Joe and I were in our runabout going from a to b, we would spot the name on a moored boat, and try to come up with a very cool and funny sentence with this strange name in it, and the other person would have to find that boat with the mystery word. It seemed to entertain us for hours, and we would communicate like that for the whole day. Sometimes we would just float our boat amongst all the massive moored yachts, bath in the sunshine, and talk to each other using these boat names. And if we were feeling extra clever we would incorporate two or three boat names in one sentence, or come up with a poem. I've forgotten the many beautiful poems we used to create, but the memory of our time is still very vivid. And I remember that Joe was always better at the game than me.
So Joe, this one is for you...
"won't you be my scialuppa..."
(check comments box for the meaning)