Wednesday: Unexpected Yacht Party

Lately, work has been pushing me over the edge, so while I’ve been spending time behind my desk pondering what I want to do for a living, I’ve been spending my evenings thoroughly enjoying myself.  For instance, my Wednesday:

I called one of my best friends, Laura, after I finished work around 8pm.  She came over to my bungalow, and then we hit the high seas.

At first we chatted and enjoyed the sunset...

Rowing like an angry woman (side note: I wear this shirt way too often)

Friendship circa 1992

We heard live music from the Waterfront, so we decided why not row to Tony and Joe's and grab a drink.  As we got close to the dock, a very friendly gentleman offered to let us tie up to the back of his boat; that way we could step out of our boat onto his and then onto the boardwalk.  He introduced himself and told us he was here with his girlfriend.  He told us to meet them at the bar.

Brian tying us to Channel Surfer

Looking like wash-ups, Laura and I climbed out of the boat and walked through the outdoor bar.  We spotted our new friend with a group of women.  Some people live by the motto age is just a number.  And indeed, our new gray haired friend (about 50) was dating someone half his age.  Awkwardly, we hid, ordered drinks, and discussed our game plan.  Do we try to sneak out without them seeing us?  Or do we do the polite thing, say thank you, and make small talk?  We knew one thing for sure, we could not let them leave with Baby Red.

After a few drinks, I saw the group head over to the boat!  I walked over and asked if they were leaving.  They weren't, and they invited me and Laura on their boat for pizza and drinks.  I'll let the pictures tell the rest of the story:

Karina, Brian's Bolivian girlfriend, raising an empty bottle of Petron.  She suggests adding a mini bar to Baby Red.

There was a dog onboard

Brian taking Baby Red out

Karina, the girlfriend, could not stop talking about "****ing Baby Red" as she so lovingly yelled it in her thick Bolivian accent.  It was quite late when Laura and I rowed back to Jack's Boathouse.  We texted Karina to let her know we made it safe.

Her response: Make sure baby red has its blankie and tuck up.  Next nite we are sleeping in your boat