Dorothy and Sid
As in the aftermath of a weekend houseparty near the beach -- where family, friends, and strangers appear, disappear and reappear in the summer afternoon sun, while the sound of the ocean rolling in and out intermingles with music and the sweet echo of wine glasses clinking together -- Dorothy and Sid's party is occurring and reoccuring in my mind. Overlapping conversations repeat as in an old round. In the warm sun, the taste of champagne triggers memories and dreams.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream."

I drank too much champagne.