A sun-drenched day at Bora Bora Beach Club (the Colombian one, not the overwater-bungalow fantasy) turns into an unexpected ego event when two stunning women stroll up to Rusty’s cabana and ask one simple question in Spanish: “¿Estás solo?”

What follows is a messier, funnier, mildly off-color ride through retired-pirate energy, clicky-knee confidence, a barefoot victory lap to report the “news,” and Erica’s razor-sharp reality check. Under the comedy, it lands on the real point: aging isn’t about chasing youth—it’s about still feeling alive, seen, and surprised by your own life.

Docking Gatsby should’ve been a peaceful little “romantic sailing moment.” Instead, the wind turned it into a public trial, a line got eaten by the prop, and Rusty briefly became Captain Decorative while a marina audience silently judged our life choices.

In this Whole Damn Story episode, you’ll hear how Erica calmly stripped down, grabbed the rigging knife, dove under the boat like a lake-born Navy SEAL, and towed us back to the slip while Rusty considered a quiet career change. Mild profanity, maximum humiliation, and one clear lesson: don’t “get fancy” with the throttle.

This week on The Whole Damn Story, we light the Christmas tree, cue up Bing Crosby, and then voluntarily ruin the holiday with The Death Nut Challenge—five innocent-looking peanuts coated in “why does this exist?” levels of capsaicin.

You’ll hear Erica and Rusty narrate the slow collapse of adult confidence as Nut One lies, Nut Two declares war, Nut Three turns the living room into a silent existential crisis, and Nut Five becomes the final boss that sends grown people pacing, sweating, and bargaining with God.

It’s cozy. It’s festive. It’s family bonding through mutual suffering. And yes—someone ends up barefoot outside trying to “ground themselves” like a human lightning rod.