I returned from that event fired-up on multihull sailing. My eyes had been opened, and the conversion from monohull sailing, I thought at the time, had been set in motion. I started searching for affordable used 16s, but for a number of reasons, I remain cat-less today. I'm still itching to have my own cat, or maybe even a cat-and-a-half (for an explanation of this moniker, see Herb McCormick's "A League Of Their Own," p. 34). This is what the multihull experience does to one's mind: it's easy to become a fanatic, and it takes but a single spin. Many a "leaner" (again, see McCormick) has gone to the other side, never to come back.