Originally Posted by
BmillsSkier
I can imagine exactly what my drunk buddies would be yelling.
And then I can imagine exactly the level of amusement my poor wife would have delivering hors d'oeuvres in that situation. God forbid up and down stairs from a windowless $3.1M galley while the inmates prod Cap't Ron to juice it another 2 knots.
Most importantly, beyond all that, I can imagine at that exact moment I'd be wondering why I was even there, who these drunk morons really are, why this woman is even waiting on me, and if she's going to cut me in my sleep for doing so, why I paid so much money to be in this exact predicament, and really, why, God why, did I ever let them sell the Benetau 505 so I could just leave all these morons dockside on the setting horizon behind me where they'd be more comfortable?