I'm running full speed down the west side highway in NYC. (Yes, my full speed might be your slow jog but a girl's gotta work out somehow.) A man on the side of the path reached out to grab my attention and stop me mid-run. Typically, I would never stop my run for just anyone because odds are in NYC they're asking me for money (do I not look like a poor college student?!) but this time it felt promising.
I could tell this kid was about my age. He was short, dark, and handsome (can't have it all these days) and wearing some kind of army uniform. After he greeted me I discovered he was foreign because, well, he had an accent and didn't speak English too well. He attempted to tell me about this party they were having on their boat that night, and invited me to come. (I only say attempted because it was more pointing and hand motioning than actual words.) Turns out the Italian Navy was just chillin' in NYC for a few days and brought their fancy-ass ship with some really impressive gold foiling on it.
I took the invitation and told him I would consider coming. "One more thing he told me," and he pointed to the fine print on the invitation. "Attire: Formal," it read. Or something like that.
I smiled and gestured toward the size large t-shirt I was wearing and said, "so I can't wear this?" He looked at me like I was a freak. I thought it was funny. Let's blame it on the language barrier.
So I folded the invitation, put it in my pocket, and ran off. Guess who just got invited to party on a super fancy ship? Meee! Um, yeah, I was there. Oh.. Ya. *keeps running*
So flash forward, my roommate and I show up to the pier, ready to party. We are escorted onto the boat, and are surrounded by beautiful Italian men. We looked pretty cute (I mean, we were formal.. I put on lipstick for this shit) so all the boys obviously wanted to talk to us. We had some funny conversations, and most of the guys spoke English pretty well. We drank some wine at the bar and ate some pretty dank pasta.
All in all, we had a great time, and it was even more fun knowing that I was actually invited and didn't have to worry about being kicked out the entire time (see previous story from my first Yacht party).
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