You see I've been through the ocean on a boat with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the ocean you can remember your name
cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...
- with apologies to America and Neil Young since everyone thought it was his song anyway
The deed has been done, I now have a Boat with No Name. I performed the de-naming ceremony on Saturday. I now have to wait some time until the lingering old name juju wears off and I have the appropriate weather to place the new name on the transom.
I did a few things right by the book....I read the ceremony loudly and officially. I was on the boat at the time. All traces of the old name are off the boat. And I didn't pay attention to my 18 month old son poking around in open lazarettes with dangerous crap in them. I even wore an official Polka Dot Racing Tee Shirt (last season's) to let Ol' Man Neptune that I care about this boat.
I did one thing off the books, I didn't use champagne. Not out of cheapness but out of concern for our mighty Sea God. If you think about how many new boats are commissioned every year, how many boats change names, and then factor in how often drunks spill their alcohol....that's a lot of Fermented Juice in our Oceans. Besides, I don't really drink and I'd hate for Neptune (and worse yet Aeolus) to think of me as a hypocrite.
So, I didn't spare on the bottled water:
I poured some off the stern, some on the bow, and some down the ol' hatch. That 1 Liter Mountain Spring Water got spread around. On that boat I own, the one With No Name.