Cany143 wrote:
HAH! Girlfriend I had at the time had a cousin who lived in Portland. And the Cousin was about to get married. So a few days beforehand, to Portland girlfriend and I did go. Seems the groom's best buddy/best man had a fair-sized (but nowhere close to being 'yacht-like') sailboat (named the "Quivering Thighs", no less) and on that trusty wooden craft we did cruise hither, thither and yon around, all night long the night before the wedding, Portland Harbor. Mainers call the islands out there, what? the Calendar Islands? because there's supposedly 365 of 'em? I don't know. What I do (vaguely) remember is that we didn't bounce off more than 40 of those islands, and never even sank. Or maybe it was 50 islands, and we did sink. Time --and the very slight discombobulation that might have been a result of huge amounts of booze-- leaves me a little short of a proper count, or whether or not swimming for it had been necessary.
Neither said girlfriend nor her cousin (the bride) was named 'Dill.' Or 'Pickles,' either. But I like your pic all the same. And since you're not a seafood lover, you're welcome to FedEx (overnight, please) any fresh fish/shellfish you come across out here to me. My shipping address is....................
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