December, 1977, your mother, God rest her soul throws one of her infamous pot potlucks and I find myself sozzled in the boathouse with your Aunt Francie.
Desember 1977. Mķđir ūin, Guđ varđveiti hana, er međ jķnuparti og ég er á skallanum i bátaskũlinu međ Francie frænku ūinni.