My missed moment?
Well, a few years ago I was spending some time in a commune out in western NY. I was the "bread maker" or some shit, I really just snuck off into town to buy whatever bread people wanted cuz it was less work and still cheaper than paying rent or for all the food and fresh beer they pumped into me.
So after a while the commune 'elders' trusted me enough, and let me in on their nightly discussions, mostly because I would drink myself to oblivion and cause humorous injuries to myself and others. I guess one of them had gotten a research grant to study the effects of intoxication on marine creatures. He needed assistants to go with him on the excursion and wanted me to go along with him. One particularly fascinating point of the research, was that dolphins seemed to get exceedingly amorous when exposed to alcohol.
I just had to get up early to make the plane ride to the cape to catch the vessel out of Woods Hole, since we would be tagging along on an expidition whose main purpose was to record whale mating calls (again). Of course I woke up in Peoria that day, missing the flight and the boat.
Now I'll never get to fuck a dolphin
