So this morning (August 30th) while waiting for the tender we had some unusual guests there. Before we continue when you think of the words “Captain”, “Yachstman” etc your mind typically conjures up pictures like this:

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And if you’re marina is lucky perhaps this :

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Not this typically:

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Now far be it for me to cast aspersions or whatever at how someone is dressed or whatever (having 0 fashion sense myself I tend to rely on my sister for guidance as to what clothing to buy so I don’t look like a 1990’s computer nerd). But sadly there tends to be a few… traits with people like that that is very… shall we say… Jersey Shore like.

The best part though aside from him shouting obscenities into his phone about how his lady friend of questionable virtue (paraphrasing from his conversation) did whatever that cheesed him off, and how someone had dis’d him such that he would do rather nasty things to them with a melon baller (paraphrasing again), was that this was done at toooooooooooop volume to ensure that everyone knew how cool he was… or something… I figured that perhaps he hadn’t quite got the grasp the cellphone had the power to project ones voice over long distances and that shouting didn’t help the transmission distance. Anyways on top of this free form speech competition he had going on between himself, his lady friend, and his “homies” there there was a general look of horror amoung all the boaters waiting for the tender. I think the combined thought which was easy to pick up from people there was “Dear lord I hope they don’t have a boat here. WHY are they here? Oh god oh god is this the next generation of boaters?! Will they need to put spinners and ground effect lights on their boats?! Will the bars music be changed from Jimmy Buffet to Tu-Pac?!”

Needless to say I haven’t seen them since but it was hilarious to see a whole chunk of the community of liveaboarders looking on in horror.