That is how I can best describe it. In New Orleans, there would be days when a group of people would start out the day, be it during Mardi Gras or some other holiday, a birthday or a day off together, and we would finish off the day together. And the whole day was great. Epic, as the FP would say.
And now, here I am in bed, blogging. This is the first time in a long ass time that I woke up and did not get on the internet all day until 11 pm.
So, we woke up fairly early after a long night of partying. It was windy and overcast. My BFF listened to the weather radio, and the weather didn't sound as bad as it looked, so we thought we would still try to go south and get on the boat that BFF had rented. We got ready and packed the car and headed south. We were on a mission to hit McDonald's before 10:30, to make it for breakfast. And wouldn't you know it, we walked into a McDonald's right at 10:30. And we each had our breakfast meals. It was disappointing. As it usually is. The idea of McDonald's breakfast every once in a great huge while sounds promising. But it rarely ever delivers. This is not a food blog, however.
So, then, we got to the marina. The rest of the "crew" was ready and waiting. The crew consisted of seven of us; BFF, me, TFP, Noel and Fiona, Alana and Blaine - who was the birthday boy. It was dark and foreboding looking. The guy who rented out the boats (the skipper?) asked who besides BFF knew how to sail. No one answered. The BFF said her one friend did. And then she said how we had all been on a boat with her before. And then that was enough for the skipper to feel more at ease, sending us out to sea on a windy day with a chance of rain.
So, we packed up the boat with a ton of booze and we headed off. And the motor died. Did I mention that 5 out of 7 of us don't know how to sail. Well... let's say 4. Anyway, after much hassle, and trying to fill the motor with gasoline even though it had some in it, the motor started again. I hate these kinds of situations, because, this is one instance in which I become completely stupid and unhelpful, and I just feel like dead weight. But I admit it. If we were lost at sea, I might be the first one to be murdered and consumed.
So we were just motoring down the intracoastal. It was pretty windy. With all the novices on board, we decided not to try to sail. Besides, last time BFF took me and TFP, and the other couple, Noel and Fiona, out on her boat in Lake Meade, it was too windy to attempt sailing. So, we just cruised around and then we docked at a restaurant and had lunch. It was nice. It threatened to rain for 10 minutes, and then the sun came out. And we were sitting on the dock with the rented boat moored at the dock.
But then we had to get back in the boat and push off. But it was easy enough. And we were off. The wind was somewhat calmer. So, at some point, BFF decided to try to sail. So, TFP and I ended up on the bow. We couldn't all be in the back, and let's face it, I probably would be of no help, and someone else needed to be in the front, so there we were, not helping. Until TFP had to help with the sail. And they got the sail up. And we were riding the waves.
It was scary when a huge yacht would pass by and create a large wake. We would go so far up and so far down. It was scary, then it was exhilarating and then I wanted to experience it again. I thought for sure I would come close to falling off, or at least lose my shoe. But, besides the motor dying again and another gas refill of the engine, we all arrived back at shore safe and sound. Besides needing to piss for the last hour and not wanting to negotiate going below deck and trying to pee in a party cup, it was great being on the boat.
And then we sat at the picnic table on the dock and drank. And drank. And drank. For several hours. The sun went down. And we were still hanging out. And then we decided to go eat dinner, as it was Blaine's birthday. By that point, Noel, Blaine and TFP were shitbagged.
We went to eat at an Italian restaurant not far away. They asked where we wanted to sit. When we told them that we were 7 and we were loud, they asked, "How would you like to sit outside?" And we answered that we would love to sit outside.
And we were loud. And inappropriate. And loud. And racist. And dirty. And loud. The word "fuckin" was used a lot. And Hitler was mentioned at one point. There was some conversation about a woman with a clydesdale, and the donkey show. There was also Noel trying to get someone, really anyone, to crash on their couch. Which turned the discussion somehow into another discussion about beastiality and Noel and Fiona's pet dog. I don't think I've laughed that hard that many times in one night in a long while. It was a good time. It was a great time. It was a memorable time. It was an epic time. It was a great time hanging out with my BFF and her great friends. It was one of those days that besides having to pee on the boat, I felt free to let my hair down. I don't do that so much lately. Too much stress, and worry and anxiety that I can't let go easily for long amounts of time. But today was an exception to the rule.
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