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Maybe a little something stronger? Marcarius Halohin and Lyndmark |
Could I get an Old Fashioned? |
Could you do a Sidecar? With Cointreau, if you have it... |
My pleasure! Perhaps in the future, when I've rebooted Edlhus. Infusvia and Montenobli |
Cheers! Marcarius Halohin and Montenobli |
Congrats! |
My nation is here once more :) Marcarius Halohin and Montenobli |
Hello! |
Hello!! How is everyone? |
I'm good! |
What happened in Karma? |
They closed the government. |
Hi Im back Marcarius Halohin and House hooptydoop |
Thank goodness, I was starting to get concerned. I hadn't been that frazzled since I almost lost my title as the three-time winner of the Lord Randall Cup. This was back in the good old days when it was a real race, from Ponta Delgada to Miquelon, not the day trip out to Charlottetown and back that it is now. My Hallberg-Rassy Monsun 31, a beautiful old cruiser I lovingly called Miss Havisham, after my college French tutor and eventual lover, spent most of the race in dead last. In their enthusiasm to get things Bristol, and of course earn my praise and their bonus checks, my crew had accidentally overwaxed the deck. They were slipping and sliding around so much we could barely set sail. I was sure that I would lose the cup that year to my archrival in those days, a crabby old salt everyone called Bogie, because he spoke almost exclusively in quotations from 'the Caine Mutiny.' I never learned his real name, but years later I would run into one of his crew in a jazz club in Montreal, who, emboldened by a few French 75s and some truly stellar freestyle bossa nova, confided to me that old Bogey actually had very little sailing experience, and was a recently-retired dairy farmer from who had bought his way into the sport after he got a big settlement check from a big pharma company that sold him some tainted growth hormones. Anyways, we were having a terrible week. I just I was about to declare defeat when Bogey and his crew ran into an iceberg near the Flemish Cap, just about 500nm from the finish line. They cracked into it pretty bad, and had to abandon ship in a hurry. My competitors all stopped to pick them up out of the water, and Miss Havisham breezed right passed them and to victory. Bogey threw a fit, but the rules were clear. He never declared an SOS, so the race clock was still running and I won fair and square. |
If you want to figure out my IRL identity, let's just say that a certain journal of anthropology published by a highly regarded Danish university recently ran a piece regarding the collection of 17th and 18th century monocles that I inherited from my maternal grandfather. That should help you narrow it down quite a bit! |
haha ok thanks for the hint |
Hello Edlhus! |
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