PARTY ANIMAL
The Party Animal is sometimes just a victim of being on the wrong boat, one on which not all of the crew are as enthusiastic about his party-all-the-time attitude as he is. (Ed: We often wait until 11 a.m. before we begin imbibing). But rather than chilling out and having a little respect for the rest of his crewmates' habits, the Party Animal never turns it off. The next morning he is often incapacitated as a result of the prior night's activities, and is basically useless at boat chores until he has recovered. Party Animal is not one for whom bar tabs should be paid out of the kitty, because he consumes well more than his fair share.
I was on a charter with a friend and her teenage son. All of us have occasionally indulged in a joint, but I laid down the law on this trip, because I didn't want to spend the rest of eternity in a third world jail on drug charges: no pot. Party Animal followed my rule, in a manner he didn't bring any pot with him, but nevertheless managed to score some during the course of our charter. I tried to be cool, but finally had to demand that he get rid of it before we returned our boat to the charter base. He finally gave in, and tossed out the remaining weed, bag and all, overboard. He kept it in the bag so that if someone else found it, they could enjoy it as he had.
