I mean, The Old Man said, "Park 'er anywhere, we'll only be a minute. Hop into Tesco's, pick up a few packs of crisps for this swah-RAY that Queen Whatserface, very posh, is having." And when we got back -- GONE! Lucky those guys from Odyssey Marine Exploration finally found her. Oh, the party was a bunch of posers all sitting around their lousy Shirazes, complaining about the weather and impressing each other with stories about Handel, but everyone was really interested in Martha Dandridge Custis.