Ho ho .....hoe?

...so my first Christmas as a sailor. Yeh its not with the family and yes everyone actually has to work. Me, 5:30am. So we had traditional lunch and dinner of ham, turkey, stuffing etc. like everyday at meals everyone sat distant as usual. and the stewards like myself served and didn't eat until after. ok. but its xmas, and its time to go out. drinking started at Buffualo Wings, about 10 of the crew is there gettin drunk and playing poker on the tvs. after a few rounds, we here the word stripclub.

9 of us pile in D's suburban, a couple of first and second mates in the back floor. we get to Charleston's Jaguars and i manage to get a group discount using my well experienced stripclub skills. its going usual then the 2nd mate gets a call and has to leave after 1 beer. perhaps not so shocking is that the talent on a christmas night is not so steller. but we were drunk so it didnt matter. D dissappearsin the toilet for an hour. she comes out with this stripper who comes up to me and says i heard you were the captain...jesus. i slowly ran to  the opposite side of the bar. 2 of the crew is falling asleep...time to roll.


screams from the back for waffle house. The first engineer shouts in his thick boston accent, the first is paying. Ordinary Seaman Blue says as we're entering,'Let's try not to get kicked out of a third place tonight.' So after eating my $1 burger, we get a call. the 2nd mate left the stripclub to get the bosun back at buffalo wings. It turns out he was refused a cab, karate kicked the cab window, got his footstuck as he busted it along with his pants getting stuck. then fleed the scene and when the 2nd came, the bosun was half naked hiding in the bushes. ???




the next morning i walk into the galley and i am getting called captain bob. omg



.......a little different from my other xmases...

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