|Me, and 30 or so of my closest friends|
We didn't do too badly, but we had one race where everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. First we bollixed up the start and made our way to last place before the first tack. Then Skipper fouled a guy and had to do a penalty turn, then my outhaul line broke. We managed to hobble through the last three legs with my sail looking like an old wrinkled bed sheet, and fended off a couple of boats who tried to take advantage of us.
All in all, we didn't do too badly. They All-Stars beat us, like they always do, but we held our own against the mortal boats. Skipper and I are both sore after two days of hard racing, but it was well worth it. Thanks Wequaquet Yacht Club for an awesome time.