Saturday, May 3rd, found my boss, a coworker, and myself on board a 119 foot mega yacht we'd help deck out with everything from cake stands to monogram napkins and just about everything in between in the entertaining department. The yacht had just undergone a several year renovation and was about to head out on the high seas, but before departing from Savannah they were throwing the party of the season. Adorned in Theory and the booties we were asked to slip on upon removing our shoes (flats naturally, no heels allowed) I stepped on board my first yacht. We took a self guided tour where we discovered gold gilded sinks, mahogany and marble as far a the eye could see. Then there was the art. The art collection alone was impressive but when the painting in the master bedroom turned around to reveal a flat screen TV, I was over the moon. Then there was the hot tub on the upper deck and the margarita machine on the lower deck and oh I could have just moved right in. The owner of the yacht, an antebellum mansion owner from Baton Rouge and his chiquita banana girlfriend, were superb hosts. Everything was sublime from the band, to the appetizers and drinks and every little detail in between. We left after having a few too many drinks and I snatched one of their monogram champagne flutes as a souvenir. Shhh!