past and we were anchored in White Bay. It was after dinner, we’d had a bottle of wine or four, and decided we needed to visit the pub ashore for a drink – but of course we didn’t desire to get dressed. Somehow we did not see this as a difficulty. Into the dighy we climbed, motored off to the bar (not the Soggy Dollar, the other one) and in we walked.
There were only half a dozen people there, but not surprisingly our entrance was found. One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he quickly got naked (though his girlfriend got him get dressed again – I Have frequently believed that I hoped he dropped her). We sat down as normally as possible at one of the tables, continuing our dialog, and in a moment the waiter came along. She was really flustered, garbled a few incoherent monosylables, and then left, having forgotten to take our drink orders.
We spent almost two hours in the pub and had a grand time. Eventually http://wnude.com/nude-beach.html of the other patrons left, the bartender got naked, and yet the server took off her top. She and our hostess then compared breast occupations and discovered they’d had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta. It was definitely a memorable night!
But http://crazypublic.com have yet to figure out is how – or whether – we paid for our drinks. We went without clothing, therefore without pockets, therefore without wallets, therefore without cash. So I guess the best part of the evening was that it was not only clothes-free, it was additionally drinks-for free.