So I had a dream last night that you were getting married. You're in my room (in SB) only hours before the wedding, and you need a shirt. I'm happy to lend you one, and we peruse my closet. After finding an appropriate outfit (that part is really long, and one of us settles on a maroon with white diagonal stripes), the commodore comes to pick us up in his sailboat. Now we're in Niantic. This friend from school is skippering, but leading us directly into a sandbar, so I take over. I turn us around, but the sail is now filled from the wrong side, and somehow the boom is not moving. Also, I'm sailing using a tiller extension, but it's not really working. I realize we need to make some serious time, and push really hard on the tiller. It breaks, and the whole back of the boat falls off. A fisherman returns the pieces to me, and I sheepishly show the commodore what I have done (though we are still moving in a straight line and all). All of a sudden we're on long island sound looking for a put in.
It was one of the more vivid dreams I've had for a while, yet through the whole thing, the question of WHO you were marrying never came up. You looked good, though.
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the guys: philogynist jaime tony - the gals:raymi raspil
