One would think we would all learn by this age. Moderation. But nooooooooo, Not when it comes to classic boats and a good old classic holiday office party that we can just hang out and be ourselves. Yes….”someone” took some copies again on the copier of themselves. And yes, Mr B runs when I say “Troy” now. But he will get over it. Troy that is, Mr B? The most amazing part of all this is that we are all still here after 15 years of this. And for that I am deeply grateful.
Okay, okay this is the drunken crying part where I tell you how I feel. You guys are THE BEST. This is the time of year that I wonder what the hell am I doing? Why? There is no boating so to speak of to take pictures and feel alive enough to write a story, and yesterday was a sobering reminder of why we all do this. Because of each other. What a strange universe we all live in. Friends I have not met, but consider pals? Showing up to a comment section with party favors? Okay maybe I am still drunk? And I don’t even drink.