This year's Radhastami alinged with national 'talk like a pirate day' so this outfit offering a night dress, was named "Riding on a horse of a different color,Vamsidas babaji enters Marakata Mani Puri talking like a pirate." Entering the puri he exclaims "Avast me hardies! Should we see any pisaciras we'll send straight to davey jones' locker! ”
The good doctor’s wife gave Gandharvika’s sari while the solid pink of Giridhari and Mahaprabhu came from China. The brocade pink came from India with a prabhu of no name.

Today i'm also the post carrier for the devotees. Posting their payments while combining that with checking the box of Mahamuni, i climb snob hill once again. Then descending through the village i see a band of recumbents pedaling along and give them a high sign as out paths cross. Passing the wharf it's quiet in celebration of Radhastami no doubt. i go along the east cliff to the sunny cove and pass the windmill on my right. A left at the public radio takes me to the theater and the gecko says "Hi". A gathering at people's park speak like pirates as i pass by sprinting for the sandhya, which is to be the beginning of the Radhastami celebration. Returning one of the folks ask if i've set any showering records lately. i say last week i was clocked at :58.3 seconds. Then i fly to the arati.
This evening i only remove the garlands and jewelry to allow them full freedom to dance the night away and if they need to take forty winks, there will be no discomfort