BOAT CULTURE

Yesterday, I spent the day with my friend and his family on their very large boat. We hit so many waves I think my third and fourth lumbar vertebra permanently fused.

It was terrific fun and I was very happy to be included in the reindeer games but it felt a bit like I was participating in an interactive theater piece. Especially when the rather large, sun-freckled sister-in-law began barking at her children with her mouth crammed full of Cool Ranch Doritos chips. I was quite literally poised on the edge of my seat, eyes wide, mouth agape, on the verge of applause because it was such a perfectly executed scene!

Why do I always feel like an anthropologist in my own state?