some call it the booze cruise. for us, it was our 5th year anniversary party onboard a ship in boston harbor that just happens to be serving alcohol.
the highlight of the evening was seeing my bosses cut up some rug on the dance floor. i make no judgement on styles or techniques since i can't dance to save my life (i can on occasion do a dance sprint, which is just a short quick burst of spontaneous dancing usually followed by me running away with my hands over my face in sudden embarassment). the lowlight? come and speak to me in person, that knowledge i do not make known in public.
my friend amanda rawson bagged on me at the last minute (an apologetic e-mail arrives in my inbox 30 minutes before i left for the marina). although it would've definitely been more fun with her (by many magnitudes at least, especially towards the end when the bosses made people dance for booze tickets, i'm sure she wouldn't have been dry the whole night), i have grown accustomed to her mysterious unpredictable ways!
however, on the upside, our mutual friend dan kuehner made a surprise last minute cameo appearance. (special note for those friends who are now wondering, "tony, how come i wasn't invite?" friends, we were limited to one guest per person, we don't make up the rules!). dan brought onboard an objective 3rd party point-of-view to tonight's festivity, and i'm sure he will tell all about the madness that is six red marbles and warn prospective employees from applying for any jobs at our company.
as mentioned, it was suppose to be free booze but that was a conditional free. free up to 5 drinks, everyone was given these little tickets than could be redeemed for ethanol-based libations (after 5, you have to start paying for your own drinks). a few days prior to the actual booze cruise, amanda garnier tried to get me to give her all my booze tickets since i wouldn't be drinking. thing was, as soon as i got onboard, i was given 5 non-acoholic drink tickets, so i had no booze tickets to trade (i wouldn't have given her these tickets anyway, at least not for free). but how were they to know that tonight i wouldn't fall off my proverbial sauce wagon and start getting shit-faced like the rest of god-fearing society? i mean, the chance of that happening is very remote, but it could happen!
after 3 hours out at sea, we came back (prematurely i might add, the dance floor was just starting to cook, although the weather was getting sort of cold out there in the harbor with the strong sea breeze and our ship plowing 5mph <thank you gps!>). i opted to go home while (i think) a handful of my fellow coworkers are going off to a hotel somewhere and getting hammered for real. we shall see tomorrow morning who decided to take the booze cruise on land. i'll be sure to SPEAK EXTRA LOUD in case they don't hear me so well. dan kuehner, take notes!