9.14.18. It was the annual company Summer Soiree. We rent a boat, putz around the Hudson River, dance, and auction off items for charity. Michael was a highlight on the dance floor. At the beginning, we hit a wake of another boat, and the ship was thrown around so violently that stacks of dishes crashed on the floor. It was actually slightly terrifying. At the end, I somehow convinced everyone to go to Houston Hall for apps and more drinks. Apparently I impressed Gia by crushing an entire bowl of wings.
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