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Mason’s Boat Entry 6.25

 Last night, mom wanted to go dancing and turned into a [redacted] when Dad, Meade, and I skipped off to change for dinner, leaving her clinging to the side of the boat, filling up the water tank with a hose. She would not stop [redacted]. We finally made it to dinner.

We woke up this morning and made it to Rochester in 3 hours. Everyone was cheery enough. When we got there, we lounged and fished in the marina around the docks. It wasn’t too long before I caught a baby bass whose size was pretty disappointing. About 15 min later, I caught a nice 6 lb blue catfish. That was a lot more exciting.

A drunk charter captain saw my fish and came over to chat for a while. Then, we headed off to an Italian joint for dinner, where we played an impression game on Meade’s phone. I did an amazing Yoda impression, Mom got Kermit, Meade had R2D2, and Dad got Stewey Griffin but did Cartman because he doesn’t watch either show. 

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