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| Sunday, 6:15 p.m. - - CMD
showed up, finally, bailed us out, and got a us into a
cab. We missed the flight at Pearson, but luckily, some
friends of mine were flying out of the Island Airport,
and I was able to get #21,108 a lift. He looked a little
nervous when they strapped the parachute on, but Long
Island is big -- how hard could it be to hit when jumping
from a plane? Before he left, he told me that since it was the only bachelor party he ever planned to have, he was grateful it had been such a blast. "Even the jail?" I asked, hoping he wasn't going to start punching again. "Even the jail," he smiled. We shook hands manfully (all right, we hugged sloppily and got sort of sniffly. He's my baby brother and he lives a long way from here and he's getting married -- sue me) and I packed him on the plane. All in all, a fun weekend. I'll wait until Manda's credit cards cool down, and see if any of the other Brothers MulderClone wanna get hitched. . . |