I can just imagine.
Day One - load boat with beer and booze. Start drinking. Too drunk to sail, pass out.
Day Two - wake up hung over. Drink to alleviate pain. Too drunk to sail, pass out.
Day three. Out of beer. Get lost coming back from liquor store, by the time you get back to the boat, it's too late to sail, start drinking, pass out.
Day Four - finally set sail, start drinking, run aground, pass out.
Day Five - get boat pulled from sandbar, head back to dock for minor repairs, get more beer, start drinking, too late to set sail, pass out.
Day six - set sail, realize you have run out of limes, head to nearest port, get more booze as well as limes, start drinking, too late to leave, pass out.
Day seven - set sail, finally spend a night out in the open water.
Day eight - running low on beer, head back to port, get beer, drink, pass out.
Day nine - decide to blow off sailing for one day, get more beer.
We drank and we drank, but when it came time to sail we were up and at 'em. If you were hungover, you had to throw up over the side and get back in the game.
We had a fifty-foot Beneteau. Got it going as fast as 10 knots on the open ocean, hungover and all. We had new beach bars to discover and pillage everyday. It was a mission.