Captain’s Log: Stardate 10306.3
Last night, the crews from the Enterprise and the Eagle (along with a sole member of Frolic attached at the hip to one of the Enterprise’s crew a/k/a “The Tunes”) beamed down to Richard and Marcy’s apartment building for our first annual pool party. New York City is in the midst of an arctic cold front, with wind-chill temperatures in the negative double digits, so a swimming event seemed like a good idea.

The party started with pizza and enough sushi to make Mitch’s head spin (Mitch, where were ya?) Then, most changed into their bathing suits and hit the water in the heated pool on the 50th floor. Unfortunately, the air outside the pool wasn’t as warm as it could be, and Ernie probably gave new meaning to the word “shrinkage.” As we packed things up to head down to Richard and Marcy’s apartment, the group of men coerced a temporarily Tune-free Patty and the bikini-clad Alexandra to join them in the men’s sauna – although I don’t think it was much of a challenge.

So what happened in there? I knew a situation like this would occur, so, thinking ahead, I mounted a new Enterprise webcam in the sauna. Through the use of 23rd Century technology, I’m happy to present the webcam image for all to see. Once again, however, it looks like my choice of location was working against me. I apologize to all of the faithful readers out there.

Once in the apartment, we all looked at the view and Marcy’s collection of American Indian art pieces. For some reason, every time I’m around her collection, I keep looking for a blackjack table or a window labeled “Sitting Bull Chip Redemption.” We sat around and discussed a variety of topics ranging from new sails to careers to MarTune’s frightening sympathy for Pee Wee Herman’s child porn collection arrest. I suppose Tune also bought Pete Townsend’s “I was only doing research” defense. (“Tommy II: The Deaf Dumb And Blind Kid Sure Plays A Mean ……”)

We also discussed possible names for Dave’s new cadet, arriving in May of this year. Names like Michael, Buck, William, and Wally were all mentioned, but it was Alexandra’s suggestion of Lance that was the most popular. Then again, with a name like Lance Beaver, your career path is pretty much set towards the porn industry.

Patty also spilled the beans and made it official (something I knew for a little while now.) Laura’s leaving us for Canada and has started ring shopping with Ronnie the Romulan. The crew began to formulate different plans to get her to stay, ranging from shaving Jesse to having Ronnie whacked Sopranos-style.

It was almost midnight and Richard was fading fast, so I drove Jory to the subway stop and Dave back home in the new shuttle. As Dave mentioned on the Thruway while listening to the Stones, it was really good to see everyone again.

Captain’s Log: Stardate Supplemental
It has come to my attention by way of subspace transmission (OK, it’s email, but it doesn’t sound as cool,) that USS Frolic’s Carol has once again tied the knot for “Wedding III: The Search for Monogamy”. We, of course, wish the couple the very best for a long life of love and happiness (or else she could be in for more sequels than “Rocky” – she’s tied with “Rambo” and “Back to the Future”.)