Word of the day:
CONTUMACIOUS

Please tell me I am not the only who didnt know what that meant?

Quote of the Week

“Don’t the perfect be the enemy of the Good” (I almost sure that’s correct)

Deep and profound no?

Sit, ponder and discuss amongst yourselves.

For the impatient… my day Yesterday:

It started off HORRIBLY.
Let me count the ways:
a) I forgot to set my alarm clock, so by the grace of g-d I woke up, albeit 20 min later than I had planed. (my mornings are very regimented and scheduled)
b) I found out I left an interior light on in my car all night and was worried about the battery.
c) I had to go to Brooklyn for court.
d) I had to take the bus, which is fine, but I wish I would have known.
e) I think I am getting sick.

Then it got better.
No train issues or subway problems. I like my outfit, and my hair was almost behaving.
Court went fine. I even got to read the paper a little.
Then life got really interesting.
I went to knit at lunch, and my project which was supposed to be done for Sukkot, is coming along nicely.
On the way out there was this guy in the parking lot chopping down wood/trees.

He starts talking to me, and I don’t like to be rude so I answer him, but I need to get back to work.

Long and short of it…
Turns out he is not a wacky gardener but really the environmental manager of the building, AKA his uncle owns it and he works for them (I verified this with the knitting lady) plus, he is of the tribe, oh and base don his asking to see if I am wearing any rings, I assume he is single…

Don’t get me wrong it was still very weird and odd for me, bc as Marc said, “ You forgot how to be single, A night in AC should fix that, AC fixed everything” I did forget how to be single, but it still felt gosh darn good to get hit on.

Fast forward to later in the day whilst I was at work. (yeah I lapse into that every once in a while, not sure why) I was working on the settlement papers for a case that I had actually gone to Rockland County for a number of times.
One of the attorneys for the other side called me, just to give me some info for the papers, and at the end he said, “Its good we settled it, but now I wont be able to see you..” It was nice.

I think it’s my new perfume….

New Career Opportunity?

It all started last summer when I was studying for the bar.
I didn’t so much besides study. Well that’s a lie. Some how I managed to have a life as well. Still not sure how I managed that, but I went to the gym, ate, slept and even went out a little. I do not count going to Connecticut to study as going out.
I mean of course after the dreaded day (July 1st that is) I stopped doing anything that had nothing to do with the bar… or so I thought.

Then, Adam called. He was in a bind. He had his friends wedding and his date was stuck in Florida because of some hurricane or storm or something and wasn’t sure she would be back in time and could I please go with him. [note to guys: for future reference, do not tell a girl she was not your first choice]
a) Any guy giving me attention not for my note cards, access to BarBri materials or outlines and notes was a welcome respite from my own personal hell.
b) I did kinda like him still… bad boy or not the boy is good looking!
c) Why not?
So I did. I even got new shoes and a new top, I already had the perfect skirt. The outfit was great and the shopping even better!
So I escorted (for lack of a better word) Adam to his friends wedding. It was nice. He picked me up and took me back, perfect gentleman. I did not bring note cards or anything but I did eat, drink and even danced!

A few weeks later, Josh has some kind of work BBQ in NJ at his boss’s house. Now how could I refuse? He was cute too, and a much better friend to me than Adam, hands down any day of the week. One caveat, I had to be able to listen to my NJ CD’s that I just got in the mail so I wouldn’t feel that guilty so close to the bar (I think this was like 2 weeks to go, so its really crunch time). He happily agreed. [Side note: the CD’s sucked and I failed the NJ bar, but it had nothing to with not listening to the CD’s, it was a whole other drama that I never want to relive]
We went to this gorgeous house, nay, mansion in NJ, where there was view of mountains and countryside from the backyard… how, its NJ??? I think it was an illusion or some kind of Hollywood screen thing, but who knows.
I met all his work peeps and had a good time despite the heat and fast day. (I wasn’t fasting, but I chose not to flaunt that). According to him, I did a great job and I could do this for a living…

Enter last night…
The Manhattan Institute was having their annual Wriston Lecture. A guy I know needed to go for work, but didn’t want to go alone. Um, Black tie dinner at the Pierre Hotel, with smart and influential people? You do not have to ask me twice!
It was really nice.
First of all, the Hotel, Magnificent. We had Kosher meals by Park East Grill, so that was great. And it was intellectually stimulating. [although I was by far the dumbest person in the room, ala Silver Spring for Purim.. if Ray wants to enlighten us… or Al who read this blog from way down yonder :-)]
I was there as a guest of the ACSH, American Council on Science and Health. I know it sounds great!
So basically all the people at my table were Dr’s or scientists or their spouses. The conversation turned to counterfeit drugs and their impact on American public policy if any (I’ll take the discussion about birds Any day!) So, what the heck do I know about this?
So I listened and nodded. Took it all in. There was a point in the discussion where they were guessing as to what the public thought about counterfeit drugs. As in lay people. Hey, I’m a lay person I can answer that! So I did. I said, “ I think when people hear counterfeit drugs they don’t think they are getting the wrong drug or the wrong dose, they think of it like a counterfeit handbag, it’s a bag, it exists, it serves it’s purpose its just not made by the real person, so the drugs are probably good for my purpose but not FDA approved.” The think tank guy looks at me and says, “I think that’s the best analogy I have ever heard” and I was redeemed.
All in all a good night. So many well known people and personalities, my favorite was that I got to meet Peggy Noonan. And if you don’t know who she is, read up, its worth it.

This really could be a great career…

BREAKING NEWS!!!*

Great news. Now if they would only bring back those awesome soft chocolatechip cookies from about 10 years ago....

Duncan Hines Reverts Back to PareveCherry Hill, NJ...More than a year after it added dairy ingredients toits OU certified line of cake mixes, Pinnacle Foods is moving back toPareve. Although KosherToday was not able to verify the report, asource told KosherToday that the move had already been made and thatan announcement by the company is imminent. KosherToday will, ofcourse, update the story in a future edition. Pinnacle Foods' decisionlast year to go dairy caused an outcry from many kosher consumers whoused the cake mixes for dairy, meat, and pareve meals. It was alsocriticized by many of the 56 million Americans who are lactoseintolerant. A similar decision by Stella Dora of Nabisco several yearsago was greeted by a large outcry by consumers, which caused thecompany to reverse the decision. Duncan Hines was owned by Procter andGamble for many years but when it experienced difficulty was sold toPinnacle Foods, based in Cherry Hill, NJ, which also acquired suchwell-known kosher brands as Lender's Bagels.

How sad that this is breaking news to me?

* Thanks DD for the entire context of my post.

Got Game?

I apparently did yesterday, on so many levels.

First, Spiked punch beat or rather slaughtered the #1 ranked team in our division 3-0. We were on FIRE! Twas seriously a great game. And I even found out this morning by an anonymous (Tim) text that Carlos thinks my game has improved a lot and really likes me. What a change from last season when I didn’t even want to speak to him and had to really try to restrain myself from inflicting bodily harm.

Now before that I thought my day was going to be a bad day because it didn’t start off right.

First if all it was Monday, and I had to go to Da Bronx for a conference.
Now, the upshot of the Bronx is that I get to drive. Not much of a fan of the train in a suit/heels/stockings.
So I get to court and of course my case is not on the calendar. I remember having this issue that last time, that its listed under a different name for some reason. So I look it up by the law firm name instead of client. Nothing.
I go to the clerks offices and explain the predicament. She tells me its on the calendar on the computer but she will chambers to make sure.
Comes back, its there, but under the other name. Gives me the name and sends me on my way.
Now trip #2 to court a little better. I find the other name on the calendar, so at least I am in the right spot. But lo and behold no Plaintiffs counsel is listed. Normally this is not a problem, you either a) tell the clerk and they correct it or b) file a notice of appearance and get put on. But I was here to settle so if I wasn’t in the computer then they wouldn’t be settling with me, and this was a case against the City of New York. (What a fun bureaucracy).
So I signed in as usual. When I got called in, I explained to the judge how I wasn’t on the calendar, but thankfully everyone had me down as appearing on the last conference, the money was still on the table and I took it. Now here is where it got really fun. I was one of 4 Plaintiffs, but I only represented one. So I had no idea where they others were nor, did I have any way of knowing if they had settled or not. Last time, I didn’t even know there was 4th Plaintiff so we almost didn’t wait for them. They were so late. I remembered that also.
So I went to call the other two attorneys, and BOTH phone numbers are out of service!
I go and tell Andy the Ox of a clerk and he just laughs at me. Seriously laughing. He ships me off the Al the legal secretary, because, and I quote, “ I just don’t have time for this S!@# so early on a Monday” Al listens to the story and laughs. When he asks me why I think this happens I answer, “I think it was consolidated incorrectly” (consolidating a case is where you take two cases with the same Plaintiffs and different index numbers and kick out the useless people and make it one index number) what happened to me, was they consolidated, as per our order, but took us out, left the people who are no longer in it in, changed the name and used the incorrect index number.

All this means was that I was about to run around the Bronx Courthouse. And all I wanted to do was settle.

I go back in tot talk to the City. They tell me, that the computer issue doesn’t concern them, the problem is where the other people are. Apparently sine they filed the claim together the city cannot partially settle a case, so because I cant find these other people and they didn’t settle I am screwed.

Now Al, still laughing feels for lil LI lawyer girl. So he tries to help. We call Bill the head clerk. Upon hearing the story and looking the computer he says, “Ooops” at least I wasn’t wrong or insane. They messed up. So he says its not a prob when I settle they will just put it in the comments.
I tell this to Andy, who says “I have no idea what in the hell Bill is talking about, go and talk to him” I think he sees that I am just so confused and annoyed he calls Bill to pave the way and this is what I hear,” Yeah Bill it’s Andy, I am sending the hot LI girl to you. No not for that, yeah she’s hott, No, she’s wearing a cat suit and says if you don’t do what she asks she’s going to spank you.” Then I get asked how old I am, “She’s 26, she’s half your age be nice when the girl comes over” Of course this mild sexual harassment, but after my morning all I can do is laugh and smile. I mean he did call me Hot right?
So I guess I got a lil game.

In the end I settled, I was put back on the case then taken off and I didn’t get back to the office till 12. Not a bad morning.

Now I am not feeling well. Probably a cross between lack of sleep, stress and the weather. I am coming down with one of my famous sinus things. So I decide on the way to Volleyball to get me one of my cure-all Strabucks drinks. [For those of you keeping track, in sickness it’s a Venti wild sweet orange tea (2 tea bags) 1 splenda, doubled cupped and in a sleeve]
It really works for me.

So the drive through guy (yes I am THAT lazy) has a whole conversation with me during my order. It was really nice an sweet, (can they see you through those things?) SO that was my game #2.

All in all a pretty good Monday, considering I had a crappy Sunday.
Lets see what the rest of the week brings…

Delayed Reaction

I AM SINGLE.
Some of you may have surmised it, others I may have told and some of you may be shocked. But yes the BF (hence forth X or BC or Josh, depending on context and my mood) are no longer together. At all. In anyway. [but hes probably still a good accountant if not better... , thre I go being nice again, that always gets me in trouble]

I didn’t want to write about it for a few reasons, one being that he reads this blog, the next that I am not one for airing dirty laundry or getting that personal and lastly because I really didn’t have my head around it enough to write about it.

Now I am not saying I have my head around it now, but I think its healthier for me to get it out, than keep it in. No matter how discombobulated it may be. Plus, I could not care less right now about his feelings since he obviously cares not for mine.. this is the time to be selfish and heal, and gosh darn it I am going to!

To start, we are trying to be friends. The logic being that we started as friends we should be able to be friends after. HOOEY! Yeah you read it right. No way, no how, not gonna happen. We can try, but not gonna happen.

I have had three serious to this level relationships in my life. Josh, Marc and Nancy.
Now Nancy and I do not speak Never. I credit this to him 100% and as hard as it was, he was the smarter one. Cold turkey, the way to go.

Now Marc and I are friends now. But we didn’t start off that way. My memory is very very bad about it, but from my recollection ( oh yeah and Lish, if this makes you uncomfortable I am really really sorry, that was not the intention) and I am sure he will correct me, we broke up and got back together a few times. And I don’t really remember how or why or when but it ended. And not well I think. I being me, thought his parents hated me and of course missed him terribly. Then he got a new GF and we ended up at the same college. And I promise I stayed away from her, but I really think she was psycho and pretty much made my life unfun. Then I think Marc went to Israel. He came back, and asked to meet up. He apologized, I accepted and we are now friends. The important part of this was that I had time to heal, and I knew I wasn’t alone. Meaning he wasn’t too happy that we broke up. I knew we had to move on and that was ok, but knowing you are not the only X from the relationship to feel bad helps.

I called him today. It did not go well. I was looking to see if I was the only one having these totally normal thoughts. Yeah, turns out I am. Mr X totally fine. No cares in the world. I was fine… now I am not. His attitude just made me more depressed... how bad is that?

I started thinking about him more, and having dreams of him coming back to me.
Now do not get me wrong, I am not waxing poetic wanting him back. It was not all good and it’s over and that was right. But how and when and why and how (yeah the how is important) suck. What is worse is that he doesn’t care!

What really got me going is that someone we both know is probably going to get engaged soon. And I am 100% totally happy for them. While still being sad, annoyed and hurt. Now a good combo. So the call today, not helpful.

I need to date, but I cant bring myself to do it. And not because I am comparing people to him. Because I believe every relationship is to learn from, and boy did I learn. I learned about myself, about him and about what I want and need.

The question is how long do I give myself? And why cant I remember how long it took me to get over Nancy? That would be helpful info…

Thanks for the vent… I hope I didn’t offend or hurt anyone.

That’s a lie, but I hope I didn’t offend or hurt most of you, I am pretty upset, so I hope some of you become upset or at least some kind of emotion over this. Because frankly, the stoic strong thing just makes me cry more…


**if this didn’t make sense blame it on the hormones.

Footnote

In the spirit of Dan's Blog I figured I have to start posting the links that are funny but not side bar worthy, so every now and again I will be sending you something...
Like this for exaple and I hope that you click on it, and enjoy it in someway, and then of course share your thoughts or comments, but its not necessary.

Sound good?

BENJY

So Ray pointed out something very interesting to me… Josh (BC/xBF) has a “best friend” (I put it in parenthesis, because for some reason describing two guys as best friends doesn’t sound right.. and guys never describe their relationships like that, no idea why.. yet another post in the making) Any way, his best friend’s name is Benjy. I’m friends with Benjy too. In fact went to High School with him as well.

Now JoshSh has a “bets friend” as well. His name is also Benjy. I’m also kinda friends with him.

Now the similarities do not end there.

I think sometimes that both Benjs don’t like me, and I assured by both Joshs when this happens that it’s not true.
And I because better friends with both Benjys because of their Joshs.
Lastly, they both go by Benjy! Not, Ben or Benjamin. Benjy.

Freaky? Coincidence? Freud?

Out of Office Reply

What a week!

So for those of you who are not in the legal field (either luckily or unluckily, kind of depends on if you are a glass half full/half empty kind a person) some background…

Most law firms have a calendar. Now its not the typical calendar that you think of. It is basically a way to organize appearances, statutes and reply dates.
We usually do not schedule anything for a Monday, because if we need our clients to be there, and we notify them on Friday, come Monday they forget.

So we usually organize the calendar on Monday for the week.

This past Monday, we were organizing the next days calendar.
It was a crazy day, but I like those.
I had two appearances in Brooklyn and Two in Rockland County. Not a problem. Yeah, they were at the same time!
Usually we have someone cover in this situation. I was to go to Brooklyn. But no one was going to cover R.C. Why? Well I cancelled one of them (my fault, I didn’t notify the client, long story.. but not a big deal and worked to our advantage) So we were left with one.

An infant compromise hearing. Which is basically a settlement meeting when the client is under 18. Why was not one covering this?
Well because last time it was on, they never called us and didn’t show up.
Then it was on again, and they didn’t call, but they showed up. So the Court moved it again. Now this time we sent them letters and tried to call but got nothing. So we didn’t know if they were going to show up. So we had no one covering it.

Now over in the BK, I am in a conference and then off to a deposition.
First of all this is the shortest conference ever. I am in at 9:30 and out by 9:40, Which is great because then I can prepare for the EBT. Which is at 11.

I go across the street to the court reporters office to meet my client at like 10:40 and prep him for the deposition.
It goes ok. He speaks and understands English which is always a plus. We waited and waited for the other attorney to show up. She wasn’t late, we were just early.
She comes in and tells me she is waiting on a call from her office on this case. So we wait. Meanwhile I call my office to update him.
Lo and behold our clients show up in Rockland. But they are going to wait and I am to get there by 2:30 for the hearing. Ya, fun.

So the attorney comes back and tells me she cant do this EBT because it’s a double insured and there is a conflict and it has to go to outside counsel. Yada yada yada.
So we wait like 20 minutes for a reporter just to bust the EBT.

I jet back to Rockville Centre and then hop in the car to head upstate.

The only upside? I got home early…

Now Wed I had to go to Brooklyn on the EBT from the day before for a conference. I had a strong suspicion no one was going to show, but I had to go anyway. In an effort to be on time I decided to take the 8:16 train from Rockville Centre instead of the 8:33 or 8:59. Now was I usually do is take the train to Jamaica and Transfer to the Flatbush Ave line and get out at Atlantic Ave and then 2/3 subway to Borough Hall. Sounds annoying but its not the bad.
So I got on the 8:16 figuring instead of getting to court at 9:45 like I usually do on the 8:33 I would get there on time.
Get on the train, lo and behold it’s a direct to Penn Station. I didn’t even know it did that. I assumed (yes yes…) that they all stopped at Jamaica. So I thought I would be late.
But I just jumped on the 2/3 from Penn and got the court at like 9:15. Perfect! So my mess up ended up great.
I still had to wait around for the call at 10:45 (another legal term, sorry) but it wasn’t bad. I like spending my mornings in court. And I like Brooklyn better than Queens for some reason.

So that is why I have been out of blog land for a while…

The Heights

Not the TV show.. although I did like it and still enjoy the theme song. But that is for a different discussion. Perhaps 90’s shows that weren’t? Discuss.

So this weekend was one of social holidays of the year. Most singles leave their homes and travel to ‘that place’. Or if they are fortunate enough to live in ‘that place’ their apartments become dorms. People sleeping everywhere they can, on any surface; If sleep actually occurs. More often than not, its just a place to keep your stuff, get out of the cold and change clothes for one of the bazillion changes that are required for females. [yeah guys- suits and flats are easy, and DO NOT get me started on stockings, tights and pantyhose]

So I have been making this trek since I came back from Israel. Or for the past 7 years. And you know what, it has never been my cup of tea. Not my scene, and frankly, with the exception of last year (which can be argued that would have happened anyway) I have never really gotten anything out of it. Back in the day when I had a lot of real friends who lived there it wasn’t bad. But the past few years has been so-so. So, I made a change.

I went to the heights.
Now comparing the two is like comparing apples and oranges. Other than the perfunctory prayers which everyone says. Not one thing was the same. (Maybe the weather.. but again that’s a G-d thing)

The heights had maybe 200 people total there. As opposed to the at least 1,000 that “the place” gets.
Next there was no congregating outside of buildings etc.. In fact during one late night trek to acquire certain plumbing instruments (I will allow Ray to share what she wishes on that subject) we saw maybe 10 people. And two were a married couple, and the rest were on their way home. QUIETLY. Needles to say neither group had the item we were seeking… guess what’s going in the shalach manot :-).

The drunkenness was at a minimum if at all. And when it was, it was necessary and in moderation. [5 shots is moderate!]

Now the dancing… While definitely from the heart and with good spirit and intention lacked something. I can not put my finger on it… but something.

However the meals.. no comparison. First, I actually knew my hosts, their apartment and the kitchen. I was comfortable. Even if I didn’t know every single person at the meal. Which is saying a lot. I hate feeling like I was an addition or a tag along.

Lastly the camaraderie. My friends live in the following locations (In New York) The heights, Five Towns and Riverdale) That doesn’t mean I don’t know people other places. I do. But as Ray pointed out, they are not what I would describe as friends (No offense Benjy, but I cant sleep in your apt…)

So all in all twas the right choice for me.

As for next year, who knows what it will bring…

3.141459*

(*Memory may not be so clear)

Creepy Sleazy Bar Guy: “Do you know Pi to five places?”
Helen: “No, I’m sorry I only know it to four” (walks away)

Apparently this exchange actually happened to a fellow Spiked Puncher.
Why do I know this?
Well after an AMAZING 3-0 blow out, where we came back in #3 from being down 3-11 to kick some Strange Brew butt of course we had to celebrate. Plus my teammates all being beer aficionados decided they must school me on fine beers of the world. Mind you I am not a beer person. But it was on the way to my car and they offered to walk me to my car after. So I went for a bit.
They ordered me a Guinness-I don’t like it. I took a sip of Bass Ale and I like that better, but apparently the group decided I was to try New Castle next. If any of you can shed any light on this so I don’t feel like such a loser that would be great!

So we were conversing and the subject of school fight songs came up. Once again something I have no idea about. So I got serenaded (if one can call it that) by the Michigan fight song, “Hail to the something… “ and the MIT fight song, something about eager beavers (BC-Keep your mind on TAXES!) and sin, cos, tangent… and PI!!!!

So Helen regaled us with the tale of the PI pick up line and we laughed and actually discussed PI for about 10 min. Not sure what is worse, a discussion about PI for 10 minutes or Birds for 20? (See Ray for more elaboration but that was some good times)

And that was when I decided, only 1/3 of the way into the Beer it was time to go. So I gave it to Helen in honor of the pick up line and got walked to my car by the men of the group.

So, do not use the PI pick up line… tried, tested and it Fails.

But do offer to bake some Pie :-) (I don’t like apple if you are wondering)

2/3 Aint bad*

We played our second game of the season last night.
Last week. Obviously was game 1.
We won 1/3 last week and should have beat them but we had a lot of subs and our rhythm/team work was off. [not that we are actually that good, but it’s a better reason than plain old we suck]

Now we were as full a team as we could hope for this season. We won 2/3. Not bad. But the last game just got away from us. For no good reason.
I know I had a mental block. I kept counting seven people on the court for the other team (max in our league is 6) and shouting out, “How come they have seven?” The ref even stopped and looked at me… Apparently there were only six of them. Not a good start.
I wasn’t the worst ever. But being mentally out of it is worse I think that just having an off night in volleyball.

See having an off night can be remedied by practicing. Saying you are mentally off... doesn’t bode well for you.

In other news: I spent my day at the copy machine, hence the short post.

Have a great weekend, enjoy the holiday!!!

** special prize for the commenter who can name title and artist - spelling is not correct!

PERSPECTIVE

This past Friday was a crazy day at work. My boss was out. He was going on vacation for the weekend with his family on their boat.
Not an odd occurrence. He had a big boat with a whole apartment on it. It was nice. 50 feet nice!
So the plan was as follows:
He has a five year old son in first grade. They keep their boat docked in Amityville and they were going to Greenpoint for the weekend. Now I am NYer and therefore do not know geography. I have tested this theory. My understanding is that LI has two forks. And At one end is Montauk (hence the bumper stickers “Montauk, the End”) So, Greenpoint is the other shore of Montauk. Stay with me here. So for one to travel VIA boat in the water from Amityville to Greenpoint, one would have to go around Montauk in the ocean for a bit and swing back around.

Are we still with me?

So my boss was going to sleep on the boat Thursday night and take the boat to Greenpoint in the am. So that after school the wife and kid would drive to Greenpoint from Rockville Centre and meet my boss on the boat.


Well, at about 9:30 am all hell breaks loose.

This is what I know loosely.
The Boat is equipped with some kind of emergency beacon, which when activated notifies the coast guard and they can track the boat.
Apparently this beacon was activated on the boat for a minute. When the coast guard tried to call my boss’s cell phone he didn’t answer. So they called the wife at home. I work in the office, which is adjacent to the home.
So she runs to my office and asks if I heard from him? I had not but I didn’t expect to.
So I am trying to keep her calm and she is freaking out. She tried to call the cell no answer.
So we call the coast guard, they tell her to stay calm, it was prob a glitch and that it wasn’t on for long enough for them to locate the boat but they are going to try and radio him.
Meanwhile I say that since he was in the ocean that’s probably why he didn’t answer the phone, no reception.

Not a mere five minutes later we get a call from “Jim” who asks for Mrs. Lans Boss. She is now hysterical. Jim tells us, he found my boss on the beach covered in sand unable to speak and barely breathing. But he seems ok. This was on Fire Island. Jim says he will call 911.

Meanwhile we are tying to get the coast guard to find the boat. Jim had told us he came to shore on what looked like an inflatable raft. No idea where the big boat is.

They airlift my boss via helicopter to the hospital. The wife hightails it to her father who will drive her to the hospital because frankly she is in no state to drive.

All day Friday I have no idea what happened.

I get snips of information and this is what I have cobbled together.

There was some problem with the engine. Now it’s a big boat with two HUGE engines so there is a room under the boat.
He goes into the engine room and the water is really high up.
He throws up, apparently for quite some time and quite a lot. But I don’t do well with hat stuff so I let him skip over this part.
Then he gets nervous or something because he starts running around the boat for a bit.
Finally he grabs the “ditch” bag and jumps onto the tender they have and cuts it lose and gets into the water. So he’s cold and has just thrown up a lot.

Whereupon by the grace of G-d he lands on the beach and Jim and his wife find him.

He didnt see his boat go down, but as far as he knows the Police have not yet found it, but I dont know that they will...