So, everyone assured me, it's really not THAT uncommon for someone to wipe out and flip their kayak on a PERFECTLY calm lake on a still moonlit night. I'm sure that gin protected me and guided me back to shore - to the neighbor's house by mistake, where the nice lady HELPED me and remarked, "the only time I ever really flipped my kayak was once when I had had a glass of wine and, for some crazy reason, decided to disobey the safety rules and go out anyway."

This photo was taken the next day. That night, I had on my pajamas.