Take me to the river, put me in the water

Oooooh, this weekend. What? What was it? Straight glorious, eh. So, we (HBM, Brigid, et moi) spent the majority of the past two days lolling about on a small fishing boat in the middle of the Chesapeake Bay, fishing (but alas not catching) and tanning and drinking Rolling Rock and oggling at jellyfish and dropping our feet off the bow and into the warm water and letting them soak, all to the soothing sounds of Django Reinhardt and the Jackson Five and all that. Arts and crafts in the morning, drives to the coast. We sprawled out on the grass under the milky looking stars and talked about ludicrous things having to do with extraterrestrial life, and laughed. We also, on Thursday night, made the ambitious proclamation that we would make this weekend, "a culinary experience," and oh what a job we did. Goat cheese omlettes and fruit parfaits for breakfast. Yesterday Bailey made these insanely inventive wraps for lunch, with feta and strawberries, walnuts and mustard. Dinner was softshell crab, steamed crab, crabcakes, cornbread--the Eastern shore specialty. It was just a great weekend, a culmination of truly ideal summer activities, spent with good friends who leave lots of room for silliness.

And I can hardly believe I'm leaving for Singapore in two days! Should be a hell of a trip, two layovers in Vancouver and Hong Kong, landing me at the humid Chez Lucy two days after I leave here. Let's hope I make it.