A recent NY Times article, Putting the Oh! in Ocean
examines the "clothing optional" dinner cruses occurring in the New York harbor. I'll assume that cocktail weenies aren't on the buffet menu. And I'll remain hopeful that these are a different series of boats that we use when we do our party boat outings at work. I may remain standing for the next one, just to be on the safe side despite their claim of towel-lined chairs. And where exactly does one keep the money for the cash bar at these events? Although honestly, I really don't want to know the answer to that question. Notice how it's always the "ample" and "tomato-shaped" people who are comfortable being naked? Just one more example of the inherent unfairness of life.