Aug 04, 2008
Today I rode over to spend the night at my grad school friend Tori and her husband Rod's house. Tori and Rod (especially Rod) are active sailors, and Tori had told me the several of their friends from their boat were coming over that evening for a dinner party. Sounds innocent enough, right? Well, when's the last time you drank martinis and did shots of rum with a bunch of sailors (men and women)? Not only did I learn a new drinking game that requires bare feet and a wine bottle cork, I also learned some new dance moves from a big-breasted sailor named Wimer. Unfortunately, Wimer was one of the guy sailors, and those were man-breasts. Where's that rum?