I had almost forgotten about this magical evening over Labor Day Weekend.

A simple, early-Sunday-morning text message, comprised of; "boat cruise?" brought ten or so of us together for a few drinks on dry land (at one of our favorites, LTK), followed by a meandering walk over to the wharf behind Remy's, where we strolled down a plank onto a small, two story boat.

Barely anyone followed.

We proceeded on our almost-private cruise, the bar rife with a most limited selection of beverages, and had one of the best nights in recent memory. And a perfect finale for what wound up being the sweetest, seemingly shortest summer of my life.