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June 24, 2010


Peter Byrne

Florence! I was there and I remember that dude. He had an Irish name or anyway I assumed he had by the way he gripped his glass. When you floated off, he told me he had a yacht moored in Lincoln Park. He then went into a happy rant about his belief in yachting for the masses. Honest. That must have been fueled by your drink. Then he set sail.

Florence Shay

When I saw Coach Handbag wrote a comment I was puzzled that it referred to the Quilting entry. Really. I anticipated an announcement that they had a new fancy purse with a cupholder!

Florence Shay

Peter, if I knew he had a yacht I would have hung around longer. What you didn't know how crass I am? Oh, wait, I get seasick on small craft. Never mind!


Oh, now you have me all a twitter wondering if I, who gets tipsy with communion, should try a Jack Daniels and water. I have enough trouble with one drink in my hand, my fingers dancing about, trying to figure out how to sip and shake hands or give a hug without spilling.

What a lovely evening and show this must have been.

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