We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast for a special report.

I totally puked.

That’s right. I up chucked. I vommed. I hurled. I lost my lunch (technically it was just bile and a couple crackers). I made a donation to Neptune. I can’t say that I prayed to the porcelain gods because I was at the rail. I fucking ralphed.

The silver lining here is that since it happened, we have buried the rail under water at least twice so it’s probably washed off any evidence.

I love boating.

Current location: http://map.iridium.com/m?lat=44.692120&lon=-127.459082