Just another day of yacht life...

So let me take you back to a time, a time around late March. When my fellow Stiletto, Melissa, sent out an email that went something like this...."So, I know this is super last minute. But my dad offered to let me have a girl's week on his AMAZING, JAW DROPPING BRAND NEW YACHT! All you need to pay for is airfare to West Palm Beach, Florida where you will be catered too by an adorable 28 year old first mate named Joel." Ok, so her email may nor have been verbatim those words since she is the most humble human being I know, but that is surely what I heard in my head....I have never seen a girls trip of 6 people, 4 working full-time, 8 kids between us come together with purchased airfaire in less than 48hours. Here we have just your everyday yacht, I declare to you the 'Pamalama'.

The Stilettos, by the way, are a group of 7 of us that started Junior League back in 2009 all with type A personalities who attended the first retreat and we duped ourselves the Stilettos as homage to the Highland Park prone group the 'Slipper Club'...

The master suite, however, all rooms came with personalized robes, wind breakers, and fleece pullovers.

This was at the famous Breakers hotel in West Palm Beach. It's some fancy $20 drink. We are actually faux laying out. No sun in sight, but we had no kids in sight so we were pretending.

The rear of the Pamalama, named after the AMAZING and GRACIOUS Pamela Patsley.

The Stilettos. Sorry my leg looks weird. I agree. I look like I've been taking posing lessons from my 3 year old..

This is the tender as it is called by people who can afford a yacht. In my common vocabulary I refer to it as a sweet ski boat. On the left we have our best impression of tourists as we were shooting Tiger Wood's property off in the distance---I am no joking. Really.
You can see our first mate driver Joel attending to us...

The galley, or in my vocab, the kitchen. Our gracious host Pamela..

The salon. Or living room area.

At this amazing restaurant that I can't remember the name of...

This dude was CEO of some ginourmous company, I looked everywhere for my OU brethren, atlas, no OU named yachts to be found. I think they were are all busy at the noodling tournament that weekend (it's worth a quick Google search if you don't know that sport).
Cheers to getting to see how the very very TOP .0001% of Americans live!