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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Solon who wrote (42463)	1/17/2002 3:29:25 PM
From: elpolvo	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

How was the trip, btw? Did you fight ?! buen viaje. no, we kissed and made up. how was it? . . . old friends... new friends... enchiladas... mescal... delicious fresh shrimp... temperatures in the high 70s... sailing... mescal... cerveza... pool... football... live bands at "tequilas"... cerveza... huevos con queso y papitas... beach bonfire parties... great music... wonderful mexican people... mescal... delicious vine ripe vegetables... break dancing in cantinas... hamburguesas con queso... vistas grande... uncontrollable laughter... cutty sark scotch... seals, dolphins, pelicans and seagulls... beautiful, warm blue skies... fresh baked bread and tortillas... mescal... champagne... prawns... pasta... uninhibited expressions of love... limes... tequila, mescal and cervezas... complete absence of the words - binladen, god bless america, war, terrorists, recession, media, politics, work, economy and wall street... full moon night sailing... extreme, uncontrollable, milk snarking laughter... love... red wine... white wine... port... starboard... incredible, sacred, majestic landscape... sonoran beef tacos... life stories... barefoot strolls on warm sandy beaches... trips into guaymas for fresh scallops and cases of cervezas... hot spinach and artichoke dip... fresh salsa and hot salty corn tortilla chips... staying up late... sleeping late... the laughter of bridgette and jayme partying on a boat with new-found boyfriends on a nearby boat... stimulating adult conversations... planning future excursions to belize and costa rica... eight course italian dinners, including spagueytti (their spelling)... sticky morning pecan buns and the world's most delicious coffee... fresh squeezed orange juice with pulp... ham, cheese, onion and green pepper omelettes, hash browns, toast, bacon, and frijoles... deep sea fishing with the catch cooked on board for lunch... star filled van gogh night skies... cool salt air breezes in the afternoons... more sailing... warm, light, rosy sunburns on white faces and legs... racing... feeding gulls from the boat (them catching tossed bread in midair)... red sails in beautiful orange sunsets... anchoring in martini cove with pelicans landing on the bow pulpit... modelo especial... halyards slapping aluminum masts... sea birds' music and songs... van morrison on the cd player... dos equis, coronas and pacificos... the sound of the sailboat bow cutting through ocean swells... docklines creaking in the middle of the night... experiencing the universe's most gentle love for its babies... giving thanks for being alive... laughing hard enough to cry... crying... oh... and... did i mention cervezas with limes? just another normal week of life to the discerning eye.