I'm not really sure what a Privateer is. I could probably Google it but they just looked like pirates to me! The party was a mad success. I decided to go home on Saturday for a day of rest after this Baltimore madness. Highlights included Skypeing the party with the Boston Steamers and discovering after hours Baltimore with my good friend, Steve. Rita Jean, my hotel mate, fell out early and some crazy Drag Queen found me a taxi and prevented me from falling out after drinking the "non-alcoholic" punch at the club.
We spent the morning and a long brunch in Fell's Point. There was a privateer festival and we found a most fantastic meal at Waterfront Kitchen. It's a little off the beaten path and didn't have a proper brunch menu, but oh so delicious. I probably needed the substance of a proper entree. I'm not sure an egg would have done today!
Why does my plane need a brake job? This is the second time in two days I've had to get back off a plane for repairs. At least my Gertrude is back in the stable and will be there for me when I get home. If I get home.
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