It’s nice to get free shit. The other week a representative from New York‘s The Kimberly Hotel asked me if I would like to test out the hotel’s yacht cruise that sails around Manhattan. Bar? Free food? Absolutely! If only we knew about the impending lightning storm…

Somehow I managed to talk my good friend Lauren E. (yes, same Lauren E. of fame – we are close, okay?) into tagging along so we donned our best naval wear and embarked on our adventure.

As we sailed south down the East River the sky seemed to get blacker and blacker. Hovering somewhere over the Statue of Liberty was a wall of wet waiting to pelt down on our tiny little boat. Did someone say Gilligan? Who cares, we thought. Keep the beer coming!…

…until the roof of the bar blew off in a gust of wind.

You would think that would be enough to kill the mood, but we were on the roof of a boat in the East River with a group of 20-somethings, buzzed off over-priced Coronas and about to get hit with a freaking shit storm.

The captain thoughtfully handed out garbage bag-sized ponchos and soon the rooftop (roofless?) boat bar was full of walking, drinking condoms. And then the rain came in buckets. Oddly, no one seemed to move. Sensing his 15 minutes of fame, the captain began to blast a list of Top 40, starting, how appropriately, with Rihanna‘s “Umbrella.” (This was promptly followed by Andy Samberg‘s big hit, “I’m on a Boat.”) Ohhhh the sheer corniness of it all.

Twelve young professionals dressed as condoms group dancing in a downpour on a boat cruising the East River. Did I mention that any time lightning cracked the sky the whole group would yell “wooo!!!” You can’t make this stuff up.

If you want to recreate this experience visit and check your forecast.