Perhaps we have mellowed in our old age. Unlike last year, the boat was not turned around and brought back to port before schedule. Unlike last year, a cluster of police cars and ambulances were not waiting for us at the dock. Unlike last year, most of the night remains clearly in my memory.
God knows why we waited until it was basically October to take an evening cruise out into Boston Harbor. The temperature was perhaps 50 degrees out here on land. While no icebergs were sighted, temperatures must have been well below that out on the water.
Therefore, most of the cruise was spent drinking below deck, huddled for warmth. Because of this, we experienced long stretches where we kind of forgot we were on a boat -- a cardinal sin of being on a boat.
But weren't you on the ocean? you ask. Didn't the waves cause a gentle swaying?
This is a booze cruise, dear reader. You never know if the pitching back and forth is caused by the hurricane raging outside or the one clutched in a death-grip in your left hand.
And so the season for being on a boat comes to an end. In the interest of gambling, I kept track of how many times I said "I'M ON A BOAT!" during the event. The over/under was set at seven, and the grand total was three.
So congratulations, all of you who took the under. I'm probably more surprised than you are.
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