It’s nearly Opening Day in Seattle. The boats are lining up on the log boom near Husky Stadium.
The crew teams are painting their taunts on the wall of the Montlake Cut.
And Brock and I went for a little evening cruise to check it all out. While we were out floating in Lake Washington, Brock made me a delicious prawn stir-fry.
Then some idiot in a “Sorry-About-Your-Penis” boat had to do a fast lap around KJ to check her out. Which is all well and good, hey, we love the compliment. But a huge half-circle at high speed? May I gently remind you to WATCH YOUR FRICKING WAKE!!??!??
And my drink tipped into my dinner (I was off doing a quick Pre-fall of the salon) and became raspberry-glazed.
Brock, being the gentleman that he is, traded me dinners. Still a lovely night out on the water…
:o(( I wish!
Aww, Rob, yer a ROMANTIC!
:o)) Hey! the love story doesn`t stop just because you get married, does it, then again perhaps I`m doing it wrong :o((
All in good time there, Mr. UK. This Love Story isn’t over quite yet
Oh my Gosh when you said “Brock made me” etc, My old heart started to flutter and I thought he was going to Propose :o(( Oh well! I can dream. Maybe I am just an old romantic after all :o))