----just thought i would stop by and WHINE
not that it will do me any good,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,...................
----just thought i would stop by and WHINE
not that it will do me any good,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,...................

), very loose and cool, and a nice lightweight jacket so I could hide my flabbery arms (eww, when did those happen?)
), where we had an awesome breakfast the next morning. The wedding was at a lodge on a beautiful lake in the woods. It was outdoors by the water's edge, and it was sunny and blazing HOT. My sister looked fab and sweet and her groom was such a big guy (not fat, but very tall and stocky) he made her look teeny. They look an adorable couple. He had built the wedding arch (what do you call that?) himself. All my family (on my dad's side) were there, and the best surprise was that my brother from LA, my crazy longhaired photographer/writer/movie gopher/sailor/diver/barnacle scraper/hypnotist goofy adorable brother whose wife is a movie studio teacher, was not only there and photographing the wedding, he was wearing my
Dad's kilt and regalia and looked great in them. For extra tearjerking moments, the wedding was purposefully on my Dad's birthday and a special toast to him at the reception from my sister (the bride) was very moving. The reception was a kick, excellent DJ, everybody danced, even DD had a whole lot of fun. It was great.
I am not kidding. Most places we went had no stores or none open when we were there (after all we were busy sailing all day and only had the presence of mind to look for stores after we docked or anchored at night). We did find some postcards on Fishers Island, but they were so boring I couldn't stand it. I figured in NYC I would find plenty of thrilling ones, so I waited. The place we docked in New York was called Chelsea Piers. It was this gigantic recreational complex that included 4 piers, some of them with humongous private cruisers on them, most of them with more reasonable sized power boats, a few sailboats like us. Plus there was a golf driving range -- if you've seen the movie Serendipity, it was just like that, with 4 stories of little cubicles for people to hit balls from and this massive screen-enclosed "green". We got to shower in the golf clubhouse, quite nice. And there were skating rinks, skateboarding places including a halfpipe, soccer and basketball gyms, a gymnastics gym, a bakery, a diner, a brewpub (conveniently located at the top of our dock), a bowling alley, just everything. Except for a postcard shop. So I waited till I got to Grand Central Station on my way back home. And, unbelievably, the newsstands that were open (okay, it was 10 PM) had nothing but memorial Twin Towers postcards. It was so morbid--every one of them said "World Trade Center 19something-2001" It was too gruesome. So I gave up. I'll send you all some pictures when I get them back.