Boat Show Extravaganza

Today has definitely been spent in “recovery mode,” thanks to my day full of the Seattle Boat Show (and roughly 25-30 drinks over the course of the day). I’ll select a broad brush to paint this picture, seeing as how I’m certain a more detailed recall is out of my abilities.

I had arranged for limo service to pick me up at the hotel and then later go to the airport for the 8am arrival of my Dad, Uncle and 5 of their amigos. I was late but thankfully Vladamir, the limo driver (and presumed extra from the 2007 release, “Eastern Promises”), had no problem waiting for me. I arrive at the hotel, load the bloody mary essentials requested by my guests and headed to the airport. After spending roughly an hour and a half in the limo, post pick up, the half gallon of Skyy was taxed and it was time to move on, maybe get some food to complement the 3-5 bloody marys consumed by each member of our party. (Thank Christ I decided to up my usual Pepcid intake). After eating, more drinks and a brisk walk it was time venture into the Boat Show. (As background, my Uncle was looking for a new boat to keep in Alaska. Everyone else was moral support / drinking mates)

The following 8 hours went a little something like this: beer, boats, beer, beer, boats, fishing rods, “a break” to get something to eat and a drink, bathroom, hiccups, hiccups, beer, hiccups, boat, boat, boat. I’m not someone who gets the hiccups easily and this is more than okay with me considering the fact that I absolutely loathe the hiccups and my inability to avoid them, once they’ve set their eyes on me. Starting at about 2pm, spanning all the way until I was finally able to sleep… I counted 7 different cases of the bastards. Scare me. Make me drink water upside down (which I can’t). How about a shot of lemon juice/salt/bitters? Hold my breath. How about a swift kick to the balls? You name it, it was tried.

Point of the story is this … these guys are machines and run marathons at a sprints pace. They started their boozing expedition before they boarded their plane in Idaho, at 6am and stretched it until our last drink, in the bar and post dinner at 10:30. Now, I’m not as big of drinker now as I have been at other points in my life but I can still get it done… but this was a true trial of endurance and courage. I’m sad that they couldn’t have stayed longer than one night, but at the rate we did the first day … I don’t know if I could’ve survived an entire weekend with the boys.

There was no boat purchased.