Under the golden sheen of a late summer day in 2021, boats rock in a crowded Lake Washington bay. Ten, 12, 20—who can count when they’re packed together this tight?—are tied up across a narrow inlet between Seward Park and the mainland. Someone’s cranking Drake, and though the water’s calm, dozens of swaying bodies wobble small speedboats in the cove.
Some partiers laze on highlighter-green floating mats that dip and rise like tipsy lily pads. Others cradle red Solo cups as they head-bob aboard vessels. A guy in a Sonics throwback and bucket hat grips a bottle of Veuve Clicquot. At least one person starts twerking.
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