Adam is having dinner on what is arguably the world’s largest yacht (and apparently it is up for debate). This is the life he now apparently leads.
The life I lead involves leftover pasta, an iPhone on rice, the girl’s multiple nightmares, and the week-old dirty socks I just found in the boy’s backpack. Minutes ago I e-mailed Beetle, asking her, “Who the f**k is playing such loud music in the neighborhood at this hour? And classical music at that?”
And then I went upstairs to put away yet more stray books only to discover that it’s us. We’re the ones playing such loud f**king music at this hour. When the girl had her third “I’m having a nightmare even though I haven’t yet closed my eyes,” I told her, “Turn on your light, read a book, listen to music… I don’t care! Just go the freak to sleep and leave me alone!” And so she turned on the Nutcracker. At top volume.
Good thing I didn’t call the cops. To think I had thought I’d skip the wine tonight. Ha!
Adam probably won’t get to choose what he eats. The seas may be rough and he’ll have trouble digesting his food. Adam will have to be on his best business behavior and make small talk with people he may not know. Finally, he’ll have to make that long drive home. In the mean time, you get to have quality time with your children, eat what you choose and not have to worry about getting seasick. Sounds like you got the better deal.
It sounds like you, Peter, are a man who has never gotten over his horror of being trapped on a boat…