CAUTION: The following post contains images of fat, pasty, computer geeks wearing less clothes than usual. It was so bad, even the sun had to look away. Viewer discretion is advised.

Last weekend was our annual company boat party. I’m not sure how much longer this tradition will hold out, since the company continues to grow. This year we had to take out the biggest boat you can rent on Lake Grapevine in order to accommodate our near 50 employees.

In case you were wondering, it takes exactly six ounces of frozen margarita to make Tammy feel nauseous.

But the most of the Alt-N crew drink like fish… literally!

Greg’s working on a wicked margarita tan line.

Even Arvel, our fearless leader, was in on the floating alcohol action.

Despite the skipper’s orders, we couldn’t resist jumping off the upper deck of the party boat.

Of course, when I tried it, I slipped and nearly broke my neck. And I didn’t even have any alcohol!

Unfortunately, we didn’t get any pictures of Jerry trying to kill Tammy and me on the tube behind his boat. This year he even orchestrated a thunderstorm to try and rattle us. (Man, has he got connections or what?!) Nonetheless, we survived. Nyaah nyaah!

I want to extend my gratitude yet again to Arvel and Jerry for creating a place where guys like me can love to work.

If any of you Alt-N guys want to scrape my pictures for your own use, you can get the originals here.