The Marquis is so snobbish, honestly. I'd be scared for anyone who'd make a faux pas of calling it a "junk," because it's a proper yacht. State rooms, rain shower, a fully equipped kitchen, subwoofers, remote controls - it's souped up. It's sleek and sexy. And snobbish.
So, an invite aboard The Marquis is the hottest junk ticket of the summer. Oops, I meant, yacht.
Monsiuer B was gracious enough to invite Chris and myself aboard, along with a ragtag bunch of fun boys. We were to head off to the island of Po Toi.
I got sunburnt, drank too much champagne and ate too much seafood.
And then I passed out.
On a snobbish junk.
(Oops, yacht.)
Big thanks to Monsieur B, Mister H, and to our fabulously bronzed skipper, for a beautiful, snobbish day!
With Affection,
James
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