42 years old. Does this mean I will come to further understand the
Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything? Well, it does mean that I got not only a
cool wallet with a Sailor Jerry design but also a new pair of
Sennheiser pro headphones. At work, my desk was decked out, Joseph brought breakfast, and my boss brought cake. I even got a tiny gag pistol that drops a little banner that says "bang" when you pull the trigger, totally inappropriate workplace entertainment. Yet nothing seemed simple all day. I was pummeled and shuffled. Luckily, I had my best present last: leaving work behind, and enjoying some of the best wind I've ever had on Lake Union.
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| The Betsy D braves the melee |
Toga night at the
Duck Dodge. Us flabby men looked ridiculous, especially with me in a very loose "
Bacchanial" tie, while the women didn't stick with white bedsheets and were sometimes quite shiny. Gomez, joining Zanne, Dan, and me for his first Dodge, stayed in his civvies. Fact is, since I'm always the one to go foreward to unfoul the jib and get it over the lifeline, the toga got in the way and was quickly stowed. Gomez added a bit of CWB-ness to the cruise, but he wasn't the only one: The dear
Betsy D and couple
Blanchard Juniors were out in the fresh breeze, too...not in the race, just out for fun.
