A Swank Evening On Board The Ss High Society

The old saying, "Never let them see you sweat" comes to mind when I think of being flanked on all side by by betters. Yeah, for all my two-fisted egalitarianism, I still find myself in the self-deprecating position of apologizing for...well, being born the son of a cop. Yeah, my old man always told me to hold my head up high, but when I get around people who can buy me over six ways to Sunday, I can't help but find myself ready to shine shoes.

Through a series of improbably, but nonetheless real, circumstances, I've come to find myself fast friends with a rich dude. He's so rich his name is Errol. Yeah, as in Flynn. Thankfully, whether by providence or bad genetics, he doesn't look like Errol Flynn -- can you imagine trying to be friends with someone of that kind of aesthetic caliber? Forget about it.

So, anyway, I got an invite, thanks to Errol, to attend a Marina Del Rey dinner cruise. Yeah, it's a mouthful and I didn't know what to make of the fact that it was a Marian Del Rey dinner cruise, as opposed to a Long Beach dinner cruise or a Malibu dinner cruise. Who cares if it's a Marina Del Rey cruise? Well, turns out my hosts did. I guess there's a sympatico when it comes to where you disembark from. Only lowly types bother chartering a yacht in the LBC or points more southern.

No, if you're a blue blood and looking to party on the high seas, you've got to charter the boat in the Marina. When you pull up in your late-model American clunker, you'll see what I mean. The parking lot is beset with BMWs and Mercedes and even a Bentley or two for good measure. Even as you slick back your hair and straighten your $15 tie, you can't help but be very conscious of the fact that you're little people.

By: Myer Thompson

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Stay frosty, especially if you're ever invited to a swank Marina Del Rey dinner cruise.