Each year, Rogers City hosts the Nautical Festival. We look forward to it the whole summer, but when Monday morning rolls around, boy are we glad that it’s over. It’s a blast of a weekend, but it sure kicks your ass!

Basically we

1. Drink during the day.
2. Take a little time to eat dinner.
3. Change into clothes for the night out.
4. Head over to whoever’s house has a keg for the night.
5. Drink until 10:00 p.m.
6. Walk to the beer tent.
7. Drink, dance, and mingle.
8. Walk to Greka’s at 1:30 a.m.
9. Drink and push your way through the crowd.
10. Walk home or to an after party.
11. Get home at 3:30 or 4.
12. Wake up and REPEAT.

Highlights

• My friends Tom and Dom didn’t even make it to the beer tent on Friday night. They were puking by 11:00 p.m.
• James (who is 22) ran from the cops and slept under a tree in my neighbor’s yard, because he didn’t realize my house was right next door.
• I said this to a chick, “I thought you only drink when you’re drunk.” The word drink was supposed to be dance, but it didn’t come out that way. How would anyone ever get drunk if they only drink when they’re drunk? That would be an interesting question to answer when you’re drunk.
• Some chick named Nadia from New York followed us to Tom’s on Saturday night, didn’t stop talking the entire walk, and then ate all of the food. One of us should have went home with her, but I guess we were too drunk to realize it at the time, or simply annoyed by her non-stop mouth. Probably too drunk to also realize that her non-stop mouth could have been useful. 😉
• On Sunday, my brain was functioning with about a 2 second delay, so I spent the entire day on the couch watching TV. I could barely remember my name. I didn’t have a headache or feel sick, it was just that I was so damn tired out. I would have been feeling much worse but I drank 7 large glasses of water after the bar, because I knew I was in rough shape.

Jere and I have a tradition of golfing on Friday afternoon, after Thursday’s $1 beer night at the tent. I shot pretty well with a 40-47. Jere’s friend Dave went along with us and we had a good time. This year one of our carts died in the same exact place that we got hit with a golf ball last year. Crazy!

It was a great time, but I’m glad this year’s festival is over. If Naughty Fest were any longer, there would definitely be a few casualties. Less than a year until Naughty Fest 2005 though…I can’t wait!