Apparently I made a swim dress

Yesterday was absolutely gorgeous - weather in the high 90s, little breeze, sun, sun, sun. We didn't leave Philly until around noon, so we got to Skipjack Cove right before 2:00 p.m. And even though my boss' invite said "arrive anytime after noon," when we got to his boat, there was no one to be seen. There were, however, beer coolers on the dock, so I knew we were in the right place.

I called his cell and he answered on the fourth ring. "Where are you?" I ask. "Where are you?" asks Harry. ""We're on the boat," I say. "Oh. I'm in the boat." A minute later the hatch opens and out he pops still toweling his hair. Apparently it was a rough night for Harry - the last clients from Friday's boat party only left about an hour before.

We went below and helped him get out snacks and watch him knock back his first beer of the day. I was surprised to see how spacious it was down below - 2 sleeping areas and a third if you count that the table drops down to the level of the bench surrounding it. There were little cubbyholes and cabinets for everything. I was impressed with the level of neatness, especially since this is a man who can't pick up his office for anything!

The rest of the group eventually arrived, and by 4:00 everyone was there. At that point sufficient wine and beer had been drunk at the dock and Harry decided to take us out on the river. We motored out about 10 minutes and there were about 10 boats tied together on the river, apparently friends of his. Soon we were tied to them and I found out at that point why he told everyone to bring a bathing suit - the river there is only about chest deep and everyone immediately jumped into the water with their drinks.

Not to be outdone, I put my wineglass on the swim platform, gathered my skirt in one hand and descended into the bath-temperature Sassafras. Once I was in the water, the racer back and black bodice actually looked like a bathing suit. Only I knew that I had a wad of fabric wrapped around my legs, but there was no way I was going to stay sweating on the boat while everyone else got to cool off.

We splashed around out there for about an hour. His friends apparently do this a lot - there was a floating bar, and a raft bobbing around that had munchies and an entire spiral-sliced ham on it. There were also several small yappy dogs with their own rafts!

While we motored back I went and stood up on the sun pad on the front of the boat, and by the time we reached the dock I was almost completely dry. We were met at the dock by one final co-worker and his wife, and we stood around for a little while with them before going off to the marina restaurant for a dinner of very good crab cakes, a beautiful sunset and a full moon.

The drive home wasn't bad at all, and as soon as we got in, we turned on the air conditioner. High 90s while on the river is one thing; high 90s in my bedroom is something else entirely.