Beef

It was a beautiful evening. We had a date night planned, complete with chicken and pesto from Ne's galley and a sunset cruise around Boston harbor. We flew home from work, tossed the docklines and motored out just in time to see a huge orange and purple sun setting over the Boston skyline. It was breathtaking.

Renee already had dinner in the works as we pulled back into the slip at Constitution Marina. We ate on deck with a view of Boston in its evening gown of lights.

So far, so good... Right?

Before slipping into bed and gently rocking to sleep, we decided to put some powder in the head (toilet) that "eliminates odor" as a preventative measure. About 5 minutes went by before the worst imagineable smell you could even conceive of filled the head and then the main cabin. It smelled like burning hair, dog poo and beef stroganoff mixed in the blender and left to "cure" in the summer sun....

We immediately opened all hatches and ran up on deck. What to do next. As we pondered our game plan (sleep on deck? Car? knock on the hatch of our nice, unsuspecting neighbor and ask for a bunk?) things went from bad too worse. You guessed it... First a drizzle and then full-fledged rain. Now what? If we don't close the hatches, our interior gets soaked. If we don't leave them open, we are in for a loooong, nose-hair-curling night.

Our first major liveaboard SNAFU... a romantic evening gone wrong. Beef stroganoff anyone?