I remember it like it was yesterday...it was OKON, 1988; we met that Saturday morning, me in the nearly neat Starfleet Uni after the batchelor party (no, the jacket WAS supposed to be on backwards) and you only in 7 diferent paiselies; the 'I love you're outfit' which lead to the challege, which lead to the 20 different paiselies vs 10 plaids w/ puffy kilts; which lead to the old bar where CJ was holding court (you on her left, me on her right and someone resewing the stiches after she bursted them); the drinking of the Smithwick Imperial Stouts w/ Minute Maid Orange Soda and singing of every baudy minstrel until 4am; you closing down, literally, the bar with a credible Highland Sword Dance with two off the wall. They say they still have the pix, but I think that's a tall tale myself.