IT'S ALWAYS WINTER AND EVERYONE DROWNS! It will be winter, hopefully frequently, all the way across the country to the Berkshires.
After Leslie's goodbye dinner, we went to see the Red Tide, which--whodathunkit--turns the ocean a glowy blue at night. A wave would crash, and the surf would become all bright and flourescent. Plus you could write shining blue disappearing letters in the sand. There were bonfires all up and down the beach, which brought back memories of Persian fire jumping and my damaged dorsal fin, transmuted, by some Proustian process, into feelings of extreme fondness. Of course, with Equinoctial, even spraining your ankle can be fun.
At dinner, we planned to construct a "porno cave" out of Ikea furniture like the Longbang, and decided that if Sara Robinson and I have a daughter she will be named Sara and her middle name, which I think she will choose to go by, will be H.
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Do you remember those girls? How concerned they were that we weren't married? How familiar that feeling was of being around them, these best-best friends who were really like family to each other? I haven't been to the ocean all summer. I consider that a rip-off.
I think you just lost Peoria.
Did I lose Peoria because of the porno cave, or was I being too obscure again?
Obscure. Maybe you need an annotated companion site for Peoria.
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