Friday, 17 May 2013
We were meant to go out for dinner, but it kind of turned into a bit of a liquid dinner. Then it turned into a "who can fit into the owner's wife's minuscule denim shorts?" Needless to say (come ON)... no way not ever did my butt get inside of those, and it never will, the boys on the other hand...yes, it was a frightening sight. Next game, who can get an invite onto the boat next door with the Russian hookers. I won that one. The sleezy old men had fallen asleep and I was out on deck with the hookers singing and drinking champagne, loveliest hookers I've ever met. And also,the deckhand has a treat for me, on Sunday, he won't tell me what it is... but I'mmm excited, he's progressing very well with his training, I have high hopes for this one. And, the captain next door is some OTHER kind of mmm hmmm. I have a good feeling about these next three weeks...
