“Katrina’s gonna be calling you later,” says my husband. I’m standing at the stove, trying to make some atole, because truthfully—I feel like a dog turd that’s been sitting in the sun for three days. Comfort food is totally warranted in this case. I know, ‘cause I looked it up in 2014’s latest “How To Be A Girl” manual.
So yeah…Katrina.
I want to be above it all and tell you the first thing you think when you see Katrina from the La Cruz de Huanacaxtle marina is her smile. Like the sun coming up. Like you’re exactly the person she was hoping to run into. I’d like to say that, but then I’d be a big, fat liar.
The first thing you see is her stunningly, absolutely perfect boobs. If you’re a guy, even if it’s just for a nanosecond, you can’t help but think that you’d like to get you some of that. If you’re a girl, that thought might still cross your mind. And the next thought to follow is, “has my husband/boyfriend/girlfriend seen those things?” Because, again, in the spirit of all honesty, there’s no competing with cleavage like that.
Maybe by the second or third time I ran into Katrina, it dawned on me that her impossibly cute and perky exterior was absolutely the least important thing about this funny, strange, wonderful girl. Judging her book by its cover, you’d guess she’d turn out just like those popular, mean girls in high school. And you’d be dead wrong.
She’s…down to earth and a bundle of energy, all at the same time. She’s interested in all kinds of things, beyond, you know, shopping and stuff. She uses her powers for good ;-) and instead of being all weird and competitive like some pretty girls are, she’s super supportive to the women around her. Katrina is, for lack of a better phrase, a force of nature. She makes good things happen like it was her job. Well, kind of it is her job, but only because she’s so naturally good at it.
The phone rings while I’m still stirring the atole.
Steve hands me the phone and takes over my atole project. I am not a happy camper. This little 24 hour bug I’ve caught has me totally on the ropes. Katrina’s voice unfurls across the marina and out into the anchorage. She’s helping host a Women Who Sail (WWS) potluck at Marina La Cruz and wants to know if I’ll talk a little about the insane string of events that led to us cruising around on a sailboat. What it’s like to be crew on s/v Landfall—what it’s like to be the Dwarf, the Gimp, the Dick, and the Dog.
Now, Charlotte Kaufman, who is also one of my favorite people ever, started the WWS group on Facebook. She, too, is a goddess in her own right. When you put these two together, amazing things happen. And I want to be a part of it, because these two women are my friends. They inspire me; they have pushed me out of my comfort zone and into a totally new experience–women as friends, not rivals. I’m talking, super cool women as friends. A whole network of them.
I’m honored that they’d ask and you can bet I’ll be there on February the 11th in the VIP lounge at 3pm—to talk, to share, to laugh and make new friends.
Thank you ladies…the atole is perfect and now I’m going to hit the rack, feeling better in mind, if not in body :)
She might have a frowny face, but I haven’t ever seen it. Could be like a unicorn, no?
