So last night I'm out for a nice fall sail, its chilly so theres no need for a cooler, and I only have an hour or so. I grab 2 beers. I open the first one after I clear the Marina and have a nice long run ahead of me. Sun is out leaves are at their peak fall colors, blowing 15-20 over flat water, its cold enough that no one else is out. Perfect. After a while I decide to beat back to the Marina, I take a little detour between a couple of extra pretty islands, single reef in the main and the 150% Genoa pulling me along. the Princess has a bone in her teeth, I'm dressed warn with a nice blanket over my lap as I reach for my second beer (nectar of the gods, Sam Adam lager). As I clear Gail Island I tack to starboard foolishly leaving my poor Sammy sitting on the bench under the winch. As I sheet in the headsail I hear the unmistakable sound of a glass bottle sliding across the non-skid....NNNOOOOOO!!!! I spin around just in time to see it bounce across the sole, spreading a creamy foam. I scoop it up holding the foamy bottle up to the light. I finish the tack, grab a bucket from the lazarette and rinse the floor. I settle back down and try to regain the magic...but it's ruined, the beer and my sail. On the way back to the marina I'm wondering for the 42nd time WWAD (what would Alberg do) I mean he sailed a Commander, where did he put the cup holders. I have stripped the life lines from 227 so the dangling kind aren't an option, I hate the gimbled type as they inevitably get fouled in a sheet. Sometimes I think it would be best to cut 3" holes in the cockpit benches and bond in the flush mounted type, but then the drain holes would let water in to the lazarettes, maybe that isn't so bad.
How have the rest of you dealt with the single biggest design flaw on these sticky floored vessels?