My summer job all through college was tending bar in the first class lounge on a 900-passenger ferry called the Great Point. For 11 hours a day, I served cocktails and cheese platters to tourists on their way from Hyannis to Nantucket and it was totally amazing—the absolute best summer job ever. I basically spent 5 glorious summers sailing the beautiful waters of Nantucket Sound, flirting with hot European deckhands who were on Cape to work for the summer, reading as many books as possible during the slow trips (one summer I polished off 19), and going to wild parties that the Irish kids threw at their house—there was always an Irish house and they always had the best parties. It was awesome.
There are way too many individual memories to write about, but I’ll share a few photos to paint the picture for you (although sadly, I don’t have any photos from before the summer of ’04, I don’t think I had a digital camera before then haha). To all my GP friends who might be reading this: I’d love for you to comment and tell me your favorite memories from the boat (this especially means you Kim Cameron).
My beloved Great Point
The door to the first class lounge. I may or may not have unscrewed that sign and taken it home with me on my last day of work.
My home away from home
The GP crew in 2005
Party at the Irish house, summer of ’04
A rough morning after followed this night: Being hungover on a boat is about as fun as it sounds.
“Irish Tea Parties” with Marek, Jenny, and Cathal. Read: Drinking Whiskey from tea cups
Do this even need a caption?
Seriously, those were the days…
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