The retired-old-lady social whirlwind goes like this: 1) we invited 5 people to pot roast dinner on Friday: 9 people sat down to the table, repeating the phenomenon of the loaves and the fishes. A game of Cadillac followed. That was last weekend. 2) This weekend, we played mahjongg all afternoon Friday, and were invited to stay for pizza and play Cadillac, however members of our tai chi class finally got a bunco game together, so we ventured out of the neighborhood, drove to Mallet Bayou in Freeport, and played 22 rounds of bunco with a whole new set of ladies. It took forever, and S knocked over a lamp, but E won the "rubber duck" prize by rolling the last bunco of the evening, so we came home with as much money as we took. 3) Saturday, we ran to the grocery and bought supplies with which to make a rum cake, our contribution to "Cuban Night," a party Wendi intended to use as a vehicle for showing off her brand new kitchen. But since the entire ground floor of her and Pete's house was completely ruined by a burst pipe that gushed for two weeks, she instead showed off her incredible resilience by whomping up a grand meal on her grill and serving it at Susan's house. Which meal was preceded by margaritas in 1-gallon glasses (see Billye and E eyeing their first, above) and concluded with a round of "semi-sober" Cadillac. Neither of us has yet won this damn game.
In other news, Wayne, our neighbor across the street, went out to sea and brought us back a skinned and filleted King Mackerel, a big fish from which we've already had a couple of meals (fish tacos and a nice grilled steak). We've been to the eye doctor and gotten the scoop on our cataracts: the guy told E it was good she had them or else she'd be dead! (The drift being that once you're over 60, boink!) S got no such story, just the count. And the big YOLO (You Only Live Once) board Stand Up and Paddle race was held at Seaside. We snagged a cool pic from the SoWal blog, but as of this writing, we can't get the page to accept a reformatting that will include it, so BAH!
Now we're looking forward to a tag-team of visitors: Harold & Petra -- and then Von. And a break in the weather, any minute now . . .
2 comments:
Wait, huh? I totally don't get that cataracts = death thing...?
Perhaps it's because my brain is cheese. In the ongoing wonderment that is our year, I now have swine flu, hurrah! Can you please mail me some chicken soup?
Miss you. Looks so, so fun. I would be jealous of all the mah jongg in particular if I didn't feel like my head was the size of a weather balloon.
xo
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Too bad you've succumbed, kiddo. From all you say elsewhere, it's almost over: stay strong!
The rubric is that if you have no cataracts at age 60 you're dead. BC if you are 60, you have 'em. Or something....
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