daugen
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warm and sticky, headed out to water some droopy plants I saw. May have to repot several of them, I don't want to have to hand water every two days.
I have a fun lobster story which I hope I haven't told here before.
About ten or twelve years ago my wife and I chartered a 48 foot motoryacht in the BVI's
with another couple, a childhood friend who had gotten me into boating way back when.
It was nice to have two competent captains onboard so we each could take turns.
So the ladies want to go out to dinner on one of the islands, working on the name, and we all thought great night out.
Restaurant at top of long hill above marina. It was really hot out and I was sweating even after taking a shower before dinner.
But no, my oh so dear and economical friend didn't want to spend the money on the cab, let's walk.
I didn't want to argue so ok. That black volcanic like pavement must have been 150 degrees and by the time we got to the top, after having
had to stop several times, we were all about ready to wring my friend's neck as my shirt is now soaked through.
Big smile and in we go to dinner. Menus come out. My friend's wife says oh wonderful, I want a lobster, I've been waiting for one.
I think this was only our second night out. What, can't you find something less expensive, yadda yadda yadda. Well, she could, and did,
and my wife was livid when she got home. We joked about that lobster for years and years.
But now I think 12 years later it's time to right the wrong, correct the karma in the heavens.
I emailed my wife's friend where I'm going for a July 4 picnic that I was bringing something she left on an island.
A tough clue. Well she left that lobster on the island, so I've been talking with the seafood mgr of the fancier of the two local supermarkets and he
was quite sure he could fix me up with a steamed two pounder to go. So my surprise for the July
4th barbecue will be the prodigal lobster, finally coming home.



I have a fun lobster story which I hope I haven't told here before.
About ten or twelve years ago my wife and I chartered a 48 foot motoryacht in the BVI's
with another couple, a childhood friend who had gotten me into boating way back when.
It was nice to have two competent captains onboard so we each could take turns.
So the ladies want to go out to dinner on one of the islands, working on the name, and we all thought great night out.
Restaurant at top of long hill above marina. It was really hot out and I was sweating even after taking a shower before dinner.
But no, my oh so dear and economical friend didn't want to spend the money on the cab, let's walk.
I didn't want to argue so ok. That black volcanic like pavement must have been 150 degrees and by the time we got to the top, after having
had to stop several times, we were all about ready to wring my friend's neck as my shirt is now soaked through.
Big smile and in we go to dinner. Menus come out. My friend's wife says oh wonderful, I want a lobster, I've been waiting for one.
I think this was only our second night out. What, can't you find something less expensive, yadda yadda yadda. Well, she could, and did,
and my wife was livid when she got home. We joked about that lobster for years and years.
But now I think 12 years later it's time to right the wrong, correct the karma in the heavens.
I emailed my wife's friend where I'm going for a July 4 picnic that I was bringing something she left on an island.
A tough clue. Well she left that lobster on the island, so I've been talking with the seafood mgr of the fancier of the two local supermarkets and he
was quite sure he could fix me up with a steamed two pounder to go. So my surprise for the July
4th barbecue will be the prodigal lobster, finally coming home.


