After much laughter, we all agreed that such a generous gift could only bring good fortune. But one remaining bottle of bubbly wouldn't suffice for our libations, so I rummaged down below and found six bottles of red wine, most of which we shared with our guests. While Robb opened the last champagne bottle very carefully, I called on the wind gods and read the blessing. He gently poured the champagne over the bow, pocketing the cork for use as an emergency bung. Warning: Naming your boat, like choosing a mate, shouldn't be taken lightly! We named her Summer Love, and at the end of the evening, I used the remaining red wine to take the direct route to the Captain's heart by creating poached pears with mint chocolate sauce.