Drury:

After my recent experience on the "Octupus" (as described in the account of my sister's wedding) I am a little leary of getting on the space shuttle. Even if we could all squeeze aboard, I'd probably be throwing up the whole time.

But the cruise ship sounds good (although I might do a little throwing up there as well). Maybe we could find something a little cozier than the Queen Mary. I'm sure, with a little effort, we can also accommodate Stuart's need for wiffle balls. My only suggestion is that somehow Peking Duck should be involved.

Where should we sail to, do you think? Other ideas?