Patriarch on a vespa.

Stressful times always it seems. We got a call late last night that my Uncle Nat was missing. He had gone out in his boat early that afternoon and didn't return.

This kind of made me mad, because he is the only one on my Dad's side of the family I actually enjoy spending time with. Honestly, he's the funniest old man in the world.

They found him this morning, thank goodness. Mind you it was after spending all night in his small (and very open) skiff, right on the ocean. The rain and snow didn't help much either.

I'm just bothered by the whole thing.

Luckily I spent all evening with my lovely friends who took my mind off everything.

Though cheap Indian food we could not purchase, we did manage to get some mighty awesome eats at a cafe on Duckworth. Score one for St. John's.

And because it was mentioned (and it makes me lol every time I was it), Robert in a gear.