I can’t resist sharing this story.

I was on http://beach-photos.com sailing cruise in the British Virgin Islands 6-7 years ago and we were anchored in White Bay. It was after dinner, we’d had a bottle of wine or four, and determined we wanted to visit the bar ashore for a drink – but of course we didn’t want to get dressed. Somehow we didn’t find http://nudistsass.com as a difficulty. Into the dighy we climbed, motored away to the pub (not the Soggy Dollar, the other one) and in we walked. There were just half a dozen folks there, but not surprisingly our entry was discovered. One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he immediately got nude (though his girlfriend got him get dressed again – I Have frequently thought that I expected he dumped her). We sat down as generally as possible at one of the tables, continuing our conversation, and in a moment the waitress came along.

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She was very flustered, garbled a few incoherent monosylables, and then left, having forgotten to take our drink orders.

We spent nearly two hours in the bar and had a grand time. Eventually most of the other patrons left, the bartender got nude, and even the server took off her top. She and our hostess subsequently compared breast occupations and discovered they had had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta. It was certainly a memorable night!

However, the part I really have yet to figure out is how – or whether – we paid for our drinks. We went without clothes, hence without pockets, hence without wallets, so without money. So I guess the best element of the evening was that it wasn’t only clothing-free, it was also drinks-for-free.


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