pre New Years anchoring out--night time

In the end, it wound up being a good thing that we weren't anchored close to anybody else.  Because the deck of HemiD rapidly turned into disco inferno.

So, we started off with Sundowners, courtesy of our lovely icemaker.  And mother nature blessed us with her usual beauty.

Then bring on the dancing girls and boys. Holy cow.  It's amazing how spreader lights and a flashlight strobe will bring out the inner stripper in anybody.  ... oh, and alcohol...that too.

But--there's a background story to this.  Our slip neighbors a few boats down had installed a stripper pole on the back of their powerboat cruiser.  Yes.  A. Stripper. Pole.  Lighting in fact.  And they got a 'career' gal from downtown to test said stripper pole.

Luckily, we sailors come equipped with stripper poles already, the above deck on is about 55 feet high, and down below our compression pole does quite well in a pinch.

And...who knew that Toby Keith's Red Solo Cup would launch said dance-a-thon.

So, yes, luckily we were out aways from everybody, because we were definitely the problem boat on the anchorage.  However, I think we out-partied the stripper pole boat that also had gone out to Boca Grande for the night.

However, we did not quite make New Year's officially the next day.  I think we were all zonked by 10pm.