Penultimate Sunday in October
Circa 2008 - Ned Devines, Boston.
Club Four:
Bow just met a man wearing a volunteer jacket orange-side-out. He drives boats. She doesn’t really care so long as he isn’t German.
Two seat is sandwiched between two tall, attractive, clever young men. She is pretty sure she is interrupting something but is disinclined to move her position.
Three seat has a shiny ring on her finger. This is an unnecessary accessory at Ned Devine’s so she stays home. And shines it.
Stroke loses her camera. Yet her photos still end up on facebook. Tagged.
Coxswain can see Russia from her stern deck.
Club Eight: Bow falls from an elevated dance platform (table) and after a seemingly (successful) intimate moment (mouth to mouth), bow asks: do you like dogs?There might be a boy in two seat. He is karaokeing: You, You, You Oughta Know (A. Morisette).
For medical reasons, three seat is talking to neither stroke nor bow of the BBC Men’s Champ 2x. She repeatedly uses the word “donkey” and recommends the Doubletree for your next stay.
Four seat needs to poo.
Five seat is interviewing a CRC coach/athlete (she’s not sure) with a Miller High Life (bottle). He keeps pushing it a little bit away and a little bit to the left. His name only has one syllable but she keeps calling him Gladstone.
Six seat is still pretty but this time she is pretty drunk. She left her Patagonia jacket (R2) in the freezer. This year, she does not wake up in Waltham. She wakes up in the loft at the Sail Loft.
Seven seat tries to pay her tab with chocolate Canadian coinery. Loonies! Stroke is talking to a man named meatball. He is the reason she doesn’t trust men who wear pink hand towels in social environments. ”Man” is a loose term as meatball’s development is stuck somewhere between child and ground beef. Meatball really likes Patron-on-ice, Frank’s Special Sauce, stroke seats, fancy cah-ars, and, um, meatballs.
Coxswain just joined Vesper.