A Boating Evening

Only a couple of day ago I went, with one of my sisters, boating with some family friends. It was a perfect evening.
We left the boatyard with the girls in the stern and boys at the bow. The little boys 'drove' as we passed towns and small islands.
We reached our destination, a small touristy town in Rhode Island, doc-ed at the local yacht club, under false pretenses.. but that's alright.
Dinner was next, filled with burgers, lobster salad and lemonade. I had a BLT; toasted, with mayo. It was fantastic.
The old fashioned merry-go-round followed. As the adults and I jealously watched the children whirl around on the horses. None of the -ids we were with got the brass ring, all in good time I guess. I would have got it if they only let me have a turn.
Sis and I shopped for just a bit. I loo-ed at tapestries as she tried on clothes. I left with nothing and she with only a belt. A bit unsuccessful. I'll probably go bac- to pic- something up, but by car most li-ely.
After ice cream, we once again boarded the boat, girl in the stern, boys at the bow. We raced past the scenery we had lazily motored by previously because of ominous clouds in the distance. Our hair flew behind us. The sunset made beautiful patterns and pictures.
We arrived just as it began to rain. Perfect timing, perfect evening. Ma-es me feel grateful to live by the shore, were unplanned evenings can easily become boating adventures.