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Hey Guys!
Yes, the rumours are true, all thirty of us had a fabulous time on the Ottawa River on Friday. I arrived at OWL late on Thursday evening (11 p.m.) only to find those brave souls that were camping all cloistered in the sauna. Why, I ask myself, did I not check there in the first place! *grin* A wonderful time was had by all that decided to spend the night with Gary feeding martinis to everyone that would take them and everyone cackling so loud that the straights kicked us all out of their campground and we were sentenced to the beach. John and Michael outdid themselves yet again (if not Leona Helmsley herself) with their luxurious "Home away from home". "That�s not a hospital corner!" was what Simon overheard coming from their tent, and upon closer inspection it would seem that some people just can�t do without the comforts of home! *grin* Larry Mohr, was - by all accounts - the life of the party. Everyone on his boat had a fabulous time because of Larry�s fabulous sense of humour and acerbic wit. I only caught the tail end of his show but he was in fine form, even by the end of the day�s event. According to everyone the funniest thing that day was Larry mocking Jason�s near-death experience. On my brother�s boat the following exchange took place: After briefly outlining safety instructions my brother Patrick turned to the crowd and said, "Any questions? ... Yes, Dr. Bob?" Dr. Bob: "Can you take your shirt off?" (much laughter) Patrick (a bit shocked) "Um ... no." Dr. Bob (to everyone but Patrick) "Can we take your shirt off? *grin* (much laughter at straight boy�s expense). I would like to thank you all for your appreciation, but again, none of this would have happened if it wasn�t for your participation. I am so happy that you could enjoy something a little different than the typical Ottawa weekend and I hope that we�ll see you all again next year for a bigger and better day. Cyber-kisses to all, Sean T. Sean boy, Someone has to report back from the half-and-half boat. While our sister ships were going down in a shower of show tunes and rainbow flags, on Olaf�s boat we were subtly demonstrating the merits of an alternative lifestyle to our straight boat crew. "In the Navy," they now sing. True to his Nordic roots, Olaf was trying to coordinate the rowing technique of his mismatched team to look like a Viking crew. More than half of us got lost in thought just picturing the outfits. We were having buckets of fun, until someone lost our bucket during a water fight. Defenseless (except for our wit, which was aplenty), Olaf cleverly steered us into the centre of each water fight. "Can�t we all just be friends and love each other?" a cold, wet Julie pleaded of our neighbours as she was doused with four gallons of impure river water out of a green relish bucket from a ship brandishing the Jolly Roger. There is no justice. When lifted into our raft after 30 minutes of body surfing in the frigid water, our fun-loving Queen Dean asked all of us (but looking directly at one of the straight boys --- Patrick, I think), "has anyone seen my penis? I looks like a little peanut. And I can�t see it anymore." After losing our bucket, most water fights, our dignity and our respective manhood, we appropriately called ourselves "the loser boat." United under our new banner, we forged our way through the remaining rapids and laughed at each other�s jokes and antics. We became a united crew ready to face the next challenge that nature or Olaf would throw our way. But we never forgave Dean for letting go of our bucket. Rob Check out the Fab Photos |