We visited with our friends Tom and Judy, Brenda and Danny, and Deborah, for the first time in way too long.
We actually friended up with Tom and Judy back in the early 1980's. They had what I call a ranch house then, and when they threw a party, hundreds of people showed up. You almost needed the police for traffic control.
I remember the first time we visited them there. They owned the first bug zapper I'd ever seen.
A crowd of people gathered out in their yard, and perhaps we'd all imbibed a little too ambitiously, because every time a big old honkin' moth was attracted to the light and flitted into the zapper, you'd hear a ZAAAAPPPPPPPP. The crowd would erupt like the home team had just knocked a grandslam.
Jilda and I were broker than the 10 Commandments in 1980, so it didn't take a great deal to amuse us.
These days we've evolved into a live and let live (for the most part) philosophy with all living things. So perhaps in retrospect, when viewing this event through the lens of compassion and reason, our behavior could be considered a little low-brow and harsh, but I can say it was a hoot then.
They Tom and Judy live on the Warrior River, and tonight we gathered around their table and had an incredible time catching up.
The food was Southern Living worthy, and when it came time to say goodbye, we all lingered. But that's what good friends do when they part.
I'm putting an ad in the local paper to hire an ex-con. His only job is to monitor our calendars, and if we go more that 60 days without seeing our dear friends, he's to beat the living crap out of us all.
"Y'all get together soon, or I'll be back. Y'all understand."
Y'all have a great Sunday.
We actually friended up with Tom and Judy back in the early 1980's. They had what I call a ranch house then, and when they threw a party, hundreds of people showed up. You almost needed the police for traffic control.
I remember the first time we visited them there. They owned the first bug zapper I'd ever seen.
A crowd of people gathered out in their yard, and perhaps we'd all imbibed a little too ambitiously, because every time a big old honkin' moth was attracted to the light and flitted into the zapper, you'd hear a ZAAAAPPPPPPPP. The crowd would erupt like the home team had just knocked a grandslam.
Jilda and I were broker than the 10 Commandments in 1980, so it didn't take a great deal to amuse us.
These days we've evolved into a live and let live (for the most part) philosophy with all living things. So perhaps in retrospect, when viewing this event through the lens of compassion and reason, our behavior could be considered a little low-brow and harsh, but I can say it was a hoot then.
They Tom and Judy live on the Warrior River, and tonight we gathered around their table and had an incredible time catching up.
The food was Southern Living worthy, and when it came time to say goodbye, we all lingered. But that's what good friends do when they part.
I'm putting an ad in the local paper to hire an ex-con. His only job is to monitor our calendars, and if we go more that 60 days without seeing our dear friends, he's to beat the living crap out of us all.
"Y'all get together soon, or I'll be back. Y'all understand."
Y'all have a great Sunday.
I hate that I lose touch so often. At the rate my ex-con would have to work, my old dear friends would only get together for my funeral, as the con would have had to beat me to death.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fun time!
ReplyDeleteyes, staying in touch is one of the finer things in life...4th oj july is the noext opportunity :)
ReplyDeleteI love spending time with friends! I'm glad to see you and Jilda enjoyed your time with friends- life's blessings : )
ReplyDeleteThere are no friends like old friends, the kind you can pick up with after an extended absence like you just saw them yesterday. Wishing you all the best in keeping in touch :-)
ReplyDeleteNice post. Old friends are like old wine. It is always soothing experience when we meet them after long time. It is a blessing of god.
ReplyDelete- Herman Swan