Because we are certifiably insane, we went to the Atlantic City In-Water Boat show this weekend. I mean, our house is only half in shambles, and only a fraction paid off, so why not consider another major purchase?
But Joe wants a boat the way I want a dog, and now that his parents and grandmother both have shore houses on the water, there’s going to be no stopping him.
So we spent around four hours climbing in and out of vessels ranging from those the coast of a luxury car to multimillion dollar yachts with roughly the same square footage as our house, and probably more storage space.
We didn’t end up buying anything, which is just as well. The most affordable fishing boats cost what I assume our kitchen remodel will. And one, though its bathroom nook was little more than a port-a-pot and a radio, did have a toilet paper holder.
I made sure to point that out to Joe.