The most amazing place in the world. The sun sets in oranges, yellows, and pinks. The people are so great and the memories last a life time. It's impossible to state all the amazing times, but Thursdays are square dances, mondays are pan dances, and every day's a chance to get CRUNK and have a good time. The days are hot, but the people are hotter, and the place is outta control...you're unlucky if you're not there.
"I can't wait for Little Deer Isle, Maine this year, the times are gonna be outta control!"
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)