27 July, 2015
If you float out to sea by yourself, you’re done for. But with 7 other people, at least you’ll have someone to talk to while you await your salty fate. (Besides, you’ve got a good chance that you’ll pass out from trying to blow this fucking thing up before you even push it into the water’s edge.)
And if the layout of this thing doesn’t give you the end-of-life eye contact you’re looking for, check out Party Island, the sea-death lounger that also fits eight people, but in a more social seating arrangement. You could get the off-brand ten-seater for a bit cheaper, but this is the last thing you’ll ever do. Don’t cheap out. You can’t take that money with you, to your skeletal death, at the bottom of the ocean.