Boats, babes and booze.

Saturday was the annual folk festival here in Newport RI. For those of you who are unfamiliar, this means two days of folk tunes at Fort Adams and an abundance of boats anchored in the water. It also means serious day drinking, snacking, dancing and aqua-frolicking. Kitty Cat, Chowe and I stayed in on Friday night as to ensure we had our game faces on for the morning. Kitty Cat justified staying in by saying, "It's like the night before St. Patty's day. This is a big deal." BBW and Closet Revival picked us up at 1030 and we loaded the trunk with beers, Chowe's delicious pepperoni bread, inner tubes and other essentials. The plan was to meet BBW's current flame MM at the dock and cruise out, but homeboy anchored without letting her know. This didn't go over well. Luckily her ex, McSweeny (sexy man), happens to be in charge of the marina and was happy to water taxi us over.

Us girls wasted no time and started the day off with white sangria (so tasty). Blissful buzz came soon after. The buffet spread we had going on was to die for and it is safe to say all the snacking kept me from blacking out and drowning. Saturday was one of those perfect summer days when you clear your mind of all stress, responsibility and obligations. I felt free as a bird out on the water with a solid crew of people who were down to clown.

A glimpse at some of the day's highlights: Brandi Carlisle's performance early on- killer. Paddleboard play with Biker Boy and Bottone, complete with lots of falling and flipping. Me pumping up Closet Revival's tube in doggy style position. Personalized coozies from BBW. Our neon kiddie inner tubes from Wal-Mart, worn and appreciated by many. Pico's Ipod, rocking 90's hip-hop and R&B for the greater part of the afternoon. KC and BBW scoring sweet corn on the cob from a random while paddling/tubing along. MM slugging Ketel from the bottle and blacking out moments later (responsible captain). Serious dance party to "single ladies," "bump n grind," and the list goes on. Kitty Cat, Chowe and I walking through the Wharf pantless after hitching a ride with McSweeny back to solid ground (we also stopped in my uncle's store, harassed him and drank his stoli doli... don't think he was pleased). Showering with KC in our bathing suits because we were both too drunk/lazy to wait. Falling asleep to The Sandlot, one of my all time faves. Waking up and mustering up the strength to schlep down to the Deck to crush some Ketel in good company (particularly TrayDay-giving me a hard time all night, The Kid-that witty bastard, and Tucker Max-teach me how to dougie!).

Days like Saturday need to happen more often. Carefree fun = heaven. Walking down to Freaky Burrito today, I passed by BBW's place and spotted the inner tubes on her lawn. Kitty Cat would have been devasted if we had lost those two dollar delights.