madfoxdog

Today I find myself in a bit of a pickle, but not shockingly so. I live in close quarters with the people I work with (work and live on the same boat) and everyone has a different idea of the world, naturally. Well a friend was invited to a thanksgiving event hosted by another boat so I decided to go along I knew the Captain of the other boat and a few of the crew, good people ya dig.

So my friend, well his goal is to get with a certain girl from the other boat, I'm not going to pretend I'm more noble than that myself, but I wasn't quite as interested in getting some as my buddy. So turns our her boyfriend was there. Well didn't stop my friend. So after arriving late, missing the thanksgiving meal, and eating at a bar we make a somewhat hasty exit. I took the time to thank the hosts and finish a glass or two of wine, while my buddy convinced his new girl to leave with us.

So the night takes us onwards, leaving me, only one glass of wine in; to everyone-elses shots, to drive. To a sailboat, and people chilling and fishing was our next stop. We arrived, hung out, and lost my first buddy, with me with his car keys in a city 50 miles away from my bed! I made good out of it, but frustrations occur when you get dropped the baggage, and three hours sleep before work. My friend being my boss, driving his friend for the night, only slight drinking, with no place to sleep.

This is life, anybody else out there got a good story of being used as a tool, the kind you don't leave home without?