An anonymous recap: "...I'm also sunburned from yesterday, the Conde Nast (booze-less) cruise. The whole thing was like a bar mitzvah circa 1992. The boat was called the Spirit of New Jersey...there was a woman in an evening gown belting out "New York, New York" and "Be our guest," encouraging people to join in...a buffet featuring salisbury steak...it was an irony-free zone. I got stuck at a table with a bunch of asshole guys who said things like, 'yeah, my father is so and so, that's how i got this job.' and 'so have you been to Brooklyn? it's...different from Manhattan. But it's not all ghetto!' Then two of them spent several minutes congratulating themselves for slumming it in Brooklyn Heights." The little known tenth circle of hell: getting stuck on a boat referencing New Jersey with a bunch of Conde Nasties and no booze.