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Old 05-05-2003, 09:32 PM   #18
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Originally posted by dropKickMurphy

Case #2
I'll save the "Tale of the Booze Cruise" for another post. Better yet, maybe Hawg can tell that one. He probably remembers it better than me.
That was a fair recounting of our near death experience in Penobscot Bay. The thing that hangs with me is that I had my life flash in front of my eyes for about six hours.

I would also like to point out that I never got physically ill but was unhinged mentally from stark terror. I do remember bending down and kissing the ground in front of some lovely elderly women who were apparently on a bus tour that stopped at Rockport Harbor. I really did not care how it looked, I was damn glad to be on dry land again. That ocean can be some scary sh1t.

I also remembered how the Captain ordered me to attach the jib to the fore cleat so we could sail with just that, and I looked up at the foredeck which was totally awash in freezing black waves. I ummmmm..... objected strenuously and he insisted that if I didn't we would probably sink and die. Much profanity passed between us, and he ended up talking me into it. Not much choice.

I think I spent about 10 minutes in that vomitorium/cabin and that was more than enough for me.


The "booze cruise" happened when I had a great time on one in Boston Harbor with my work friends and decided to try it with dropkick, frank and my brother.

The swells in Boston Harbor were at least two or three inches that night and I have seen bumpier panes of glass, but Frank had a really weak stomach and he hurled over the rail violently while being observed with disgust by teams of teased-hair chippies from Southie and Medford. DropKick found this highly amusing and laughed uproariously at the misfortune of his close friend scant minutes before begging me to drag a trash barrel over to him so he could do likewise. I refused and made him stagger over to it himself. He made quite a spectacle of himself in the process.

His skin actually turned a pale shade of green. I had heard of such things, but never actually saw it until that night. Really.

My brother ralphed as well so it turned out 3 out of the 4 of us got sick. So much for booze cruises.

Just so I don't come off as immune to all of this, I did attend one a few years later with a different goup. It was supposed to be a mixed crowd, but on the appointed night, I was the only guy that showed with 8 girls, so I made myself scarce and tried to kill my embarassment with about 13 Black Russians.

At one point I tried to pick up a girl but was slurring my words badly and I got laughed off by the young lady. I fired off a snappy one-liner to try and sooth my wounded pride and spun around to make my big exit and my boots slipped on the wet deck and I landed flat on my ass in a puddle. She and her girlfriend wet themselves from laughing.

I capped off the night by walking right through a large gang fight and stopped at a sewer grate to purge myself of the nasty kahlua concoction which had earlier clouded my judgement.

As I bent at the waist to help improve my aim I saw both the contents of my stomach and my snazzy eyeglasses pass below the grate never to be seen again.

It was a very blurry drive home.
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