Thud...thud...thud....the sounds of people going up the stairs. "HAHAHA" chatter, chatter, the sounds coming from the circle porch. These are the sounds at work just before midnight, when I get to leave it all behind...
So, it's yacht races on Mackinac! (pics soon) The Port Huron to Mack is now, and next week is Chicago to Mack. Which will surely be insane as it is the 100th anniversary or something of that race.
Yacht races= chaos on the island. Everything is booked. These dirty loud drunken sailors come off their boats and look for more beer and even more trouble. But it's all good fun, for the most part. I love the craziness of it all, as I get very energized when things stray from the norm.
Here at the Front Desk we're supposed to watch out for sailors using the rooms for showers (they will book one room, and let their buddies shower in it, so it's like 7+ people using up all the hot water...) Tonight room 323 ordered loads of room service; room 206 complained about everything; room 314 had the door propped open with a case of beer...
Did I mention they are paying like around $400 bucks per night?
Anyhoo-- I've had my fill of partying lately. Lots of good times Thursday night at the Mustang, and Saturday night...let's just say my head hit the pillow at 4:17am. After some tequila, some dancing, some lying on the golf course with a group of friends, looking at the stars, etc. Nuff said :-)
Yacht races will always bring out the pirate in you.
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