Pat & I are back home from a wonderful week-end of LCTing.

Suzanne was radiant. Mark dove fearlessly into the deep end with our group of rowdy revelers and more than held his own, in terms of great humor, great drinking, and great carousing. But, most importantly, he and our dear friend are quite remarkably happy together.

Amazingly, the country club served perfectly medium rare lamb chops to a large group. Ngaire was happy, as all of us who took the lamb chop option were. Okay, okay, it was Pebble Beach, where they're supposed to do these things right. None-the-less, we were quite happy with the excellent grub.

Ah, the dancing... Frankly, in our LCT experience, it was pretty much the best since PIP on the PG in 2005. Everyone (except for Pat, who was taking pictures) was on the dance floor. Suzanne (who did not, in fact, ever morph into Suzette - hmm, maybe part of the new phase of life, with no extravagant hair tossing) danced with her usual abandon and charm, giving all of us a moment of dancing time with her.

As the victim of way, way too many Sambucas, I must admit that the latter part of the event, when wedding guests were fighting for taxis back to Carmel (Lordie, memories of the "Battle of the Boot Room" on the Hanseatic on POP), is a bit foggy; but I do attest that we made it back to the hotel.

In a few days, Suzanne & Mark are off to Papeete to board the Paul Gauguin. We wish them Bon Voyage for this cruise and for their new life together. (OK, Ngaire, you can cry now!!)

Cheers, Fred