During
the summer of 2000, Geoff was in Italy, so the boys and I drove up to
Missouri and had a great time visiting family.
While I was there, I went along on the
annual float trip that my brothers organize every year right after the 4th
of July. My little brother Josh didn't have a date, so we shared a
canoe most of the time, except when I was floating with my little sister,
Marya.
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I
didn't start drinking until the second half of the trip, but it didn't
take me long to catch up. Marya started around 10 a.m., and she was
smashed. The more responsible members of our party made it back to camp
LONG before Scott, Marya, Josh and me. We were slowed by our need to
beg beers off people when our coolers were empty. (I even resorted
to -- gasp -- flashing for beer.)
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