I'm fulfilling my wifely duties this evening by accompanying the Missus on some business people dinner cruise and apparently this time, the boat will actually set sail!
I always worry ahead of time. Who will we talk to? What if we're at a boring table? What's the bar situation?
And the same thing happens every time.
We end up finding people we know, we end up talking to drunk businessmen and we end up spending the entire evening making fun of strangers.
Or Vansmack, although I don't know if he'll be attending this particular soiree.
In addition to me having no idea what type of business I'm supposed to be discussing with these people, the prospect of dining on a moving boat ups my chances for, well...eating it.
Needless to say, I'm in flats.
But I'm mentally preparing myself to watch my step, hold onto handrails and drink a lot of water. Because really, when I ask myself what the worst case scenario could be, it involves someone throwing "Melissa's friend" a flotation device as the captain radios the Coast Guard...