I was on a bare sailing cruise in the British Virgin Islands 6-7 years ago and we were anchored in White Bay. It was after dinner, we had had a bottle of wine or four, and determined we needed to go to the bar ashore for a drink – but of course we didn’t want to get dressed. Somehow we did not see this as a difficulty. Into the dighy we scaled, motored off to the pub (not the Soggy Dollar, the other one) and in http://1115.us walked. There were only http://nudistsass.com , but not astonishingly our entry was found. One young man let out a whoop when we walked in, and he quickly got naked (though his girlfriend got him get dressed again – I Have frequently believed that I hoped he dumped her). We sat down as generally as possible at one of the tables, continuing our dialog, and in a moment the waiter came along. She was really flustered, garbled a couple of incoherent monosylables, and then left, having forgotten to take our drink orders.
We spent nearly two hours in the pub and had a grand time. Eventually many of the other patrons left, the bartender got naked, and even the waiter took off her top. She and our hostess subsequently compared breast jobs and discovered they’d had the same plastic surgeon in Atlanta. It was certainly a memorable night!
However, the part I actually have yet to figure out is how – or whether – we paid for our drinks.
We went without clothes, consequently without pockets, so without wallets, therefore without cash. So I suppose the best element of the evening was that it was not only clothing-free, it was additionally drinks-for-free.