crazy on you
Well, for half of our sushi party one friend of ours walked around with sushi rollers tucked under his hat and down his pants to look like a samurai. Sort of.
He also set up a croquet course that involved bashing the ball into a bed of wild roses, then through a patch of cedars, then into the woods. He told us "60 strokes, 10 minutes, some variation."
Then, with our bellies full of raw fish (fresh salmon and tuna from the north Alaskan seas) and sake (and vodka and beer and wine), we interpretive danced to Heart, but before that, Aretha Franklin and Solvent.
All in all, another good night.
UPDATE (next morning): Apparently, we're now going to paddle the Yukon River. What books do I want to pack? If you say anything by Robert Service or Jack London I'll punch you in the throat.
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Jack London would be worthwhile on any occasion, and that's a fact for all you kids out there.
It's just that people get all mooney and romantic about Jack London up here and I have to avoid reading him on principle while in the north.
I hope you'll approve of my choice of Conrad's Lord Jim instead.
Highly approvable, up there with the Secret Sharer, in fact. You are approved. Go forth into the world!
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