Festering On...

Sailfest was a spectacular time, and way too much fun to be contained in one measly blog post.

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Bring it on, peeps.

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State Street was ready.

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So was Bank Street.

So was Ma-dame, whose thighs I've always admired.

So was Wyland's whale.

We started Festering on Friday afternoon on our deck, after Mary Beth and Mark arrived.

And we continued downtown, all weekend long.

The throngs.

Jennie and Dawnie, conferring.

Miss Daphne.

It was Sailfest, after all.

A ferry passing through.

Training (ha!) at Ocean Beach on Saturday.

Sailfest would not be Sailfest without Ledgie.

I was extra-exuberant on Saturday night, having earlier hit my first-ever homerun at Champagne Park.

Downtown, in the thick of it.

The magical path to the roofdeck . . .

. . . and the magical boom-booms.

Sunday, back downtown. C'mon, boys. Smile!

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(We would have photos of the killer breakfast I made Sunday morning, but the camera -- and Mistah's backpack -- spent the night at the Tavern. Some inanimate objects know how to have all the fun.)

Carlos, back in New London, where he belongs.

MB and Mark, in wonderland.

You've got to admire Mary Beth's consistency.

I get sneered at a lot.

The boys.

Aw, Jennie.

C'mon in! It's fun!

Late-night hooligans.

The party's over, kids . . .

. . . we'll see you next year.