The recent trend of rock ‘n’ roll cruises hasn’t worked for every band that’s tried it—let’s pour out some PBR for the sadly canceled Sugar Ray cruise. But there’s one boat that’s been packed from stem to stern since it launched, with more than half its passengers coming back for another drunken voyage. Its captain is Kid Rock, and its name is the Chillin’ the Most Cruise. GQ’s Drew Magary set sail with 2,000 of America’s reddest rednecks, and his liver will never be the same.
Why on earth would someone pay hundreds of dollars to fly halfway across the country for the pleasure of being abducted by thugs, handcuffed in a basement for hours, and forced to pee into a Gatorade bottle? GQ made Drew Magary go find out. (Sorry, Drew)
When someone throws cold water on you, it makes you miserable for hours. I hadn’t thought about cold water before this. I had thought about guns and billy clubs and knives. It never occurred to me how desperately I would want to stay dry. Now I would have gladly taken another jolt from the stun gun in exchange for a fresh T-shirt.
"I know this was originally meant to be a fake kidnapping," the voice said.
"And I know that you guys did your homework on me, and that you know I went to prison for a while."
I do know that.
"But there are other things about me that you don’t know, Drew. And the reason you don’t know them is because you never asked."
That was the moment it felt real. That was the moment I was paying for.