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Well, I think I first of it last week, over email. I couldn't quite believe that it was going to happen, but Rosie (bless her heart) had worked out all of the details. Anyhoo, we coordinated decorations and awaited the big day. Saturday dawned red, yellow, purple and fire. After passing some time cooking, cleaning, and reading the Times, the Plebe came over with his brother. We watched 'Rushmore' to kill some time, drank a few glasses of Pinot and wielded the sword. Before we knew it, we were late! Hurriedly, we sped across town. We made with plenty of time to spare and soon found ourselves surrounded by strangers. Slowly, carefully we got to know them and by the end of the evening were evening sharing some good times. Sunday broke open with a bit of a headache, but I was none the worse for wear, ready to repeat the process next weekend.

PS - Ruffino Chianti Classico (thumbs up)

someone skipped the first stone across the once mirror-like surface of the lake.