Boat Parade

Last night I got slightly intoxicated. This is not unusual for me. I like Bloody Marys for breakfast, Martini’s in the afternoon and I drink a half of a case of beer every day. Yes, I am a confirmed alcoholic. When you are sometimes known as “that drunk on the beach” you have a reputation to live up to, and I think that I am doing a good job at attempting to live up to my reputation.

Sunday night, Treasure Island had its annual Christmas Boat Parade. That's a good excuse for having a cocktail. Somewhere between sixty to eighty boats bespangled with lights and Yuletide decorations paraded through my back yard – the Boca Ciega Bay. It’s the same boats and the same decorations every year; big deal. It’s like the ooh’s and ah’s that you hear at the Fourth of July fireworks display. It’s boring, boring, and even more boring.

I just can’t see how people who watch this Parade every year can get excited about this event. Perhaps it’s getting into the Christmas spirit, which is hard for me to do. When I see these boats Parading, all I can think about is the thousands of dollars wasted on fuel.

The Beach Bum