No Turtles Allowed

Yesterday, Doug's coworker, Dave, took us sailing.  Nothing special, just a 2 sail Flying Scot.  I got to run the jib and Doug was the muscle.  We even got to be counter balance weight a few times, but maybe not quite like the photo . . .

We did get pretty good at tacking and jibing and no one got hit in the head by the boom!  Most of my experience sailing has been done in sunfishes, which you can capsize and turtle pretty easily.  While we talked about all the ways that we could right the boat, we decided not to get thrown out of the marina by purposely capsizing the rental.

Later in the evening, Doug and I went dancing at an event with a live band.  We had a few minutes before we needed to leave, and spent it on the tree swing.

The band and the dancers were great and the ballroom was huge so there was plenty of space to dance.

At first, we were dancing up closer to the band.  After a while I realized that were in the back right corner the entire time.  Doug had determined where his sweet spot was on the floor by finding the cross breeze made by turning on fans there and there.  Sound familiar?

So here's my question: Would Sheldon ever go sailing?