This would NEVER have happened before we went cruising, but I've been involved "what day is it?" debates that lasted far longer than they ought. We're not even trying to tackle the actual question of 'date', just... Tuesday? Saturday?
Some people have rituals for remembering. If church is a priority, Sundays stand out. If, like me, you volunteer as a net controller for one of the radio nets every week- hopefully you remember when it's your "net day." (I had a clean record until last Monday, but that had more to do with sailing through the night and oversleeping than forgetting the day!). We have friends, former cruisers, who made gin fizzes for brunch every Sunday to welcome (and remember) the new week.
Then there's the Tenacatita ritual of the Friday afternoon raftup. Cruisers anchored there gather in their dinghies in the most protected corner of the bay, inside a little hook. It's a meet & greet: the "mayor" (every season, a cruiser is elected as mayor of the Bay. yes, it's true) welcomes everyone as they arrive, and introductions are made to the group to introduce your boat, your crew, and include some detail of your background (last week's question: how did you choose your boat name?). It's a potluck: everyone brings finger food to pass. It's a trading event: got a book your finished with and need a new read? swap for it here.
And, of course, it's a way to remember it's Friday. Here are a few pictures I snapped last week. Disclaimers: bad light angles, trying to juggle grog, yada yada.
An attempt at capturing the collected group.
Lounging between dinghies: that's s/v Third Day crew in the blue-covered dink, bridged by Ethan (s/v Eyoni) and my sweetie in the obnoxious Aloha shirt.
The mighty Quinn of s/v Isis, and his awesome mandolin-ticklin daddy Burke. Cool mama Casey isn't in the frame.