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We are doing it again!!!
We were up and moving early and joined Colleen at the breakfast room table for a pot of coffee and a recreation of last night’s family dinner.
Colleen is beside herself with excitement to be going to her mom’s birthday party today with Joe and a few others. I asked what the plans were (since I, of course, was not invited), but the details were… aggressively vague.
From what I managed to gather through careful investigation (and light interrogation), I think the 3:00 pm. “Lunch” will look something like this since Jeanette planned the event, Jeanette, who??
Beer and wine are an extra charge!
Colleen was up and running, so she would not miss the birthday party (it’s hard to find good possums these days), so we decided the hot tub would be a good idea. We soaked for an hour and then finished off a bottle of champagne!
We stuck around the house and got ourselves ready for the Elks Lodge Valentine’s Day party this evening.
We got ready for Robin and Bob to do a drive-by… they picked us up and drove us to the festivities, where we will spend the entire evening visiting our friends and celebrating our love!
It is Valentine’s Day, so Mary tried on her first selection for the evening. I have it a thumbs DOWN for the party but a big thumbs UP for lounging around the house!
It was getting late, and Mary finally came out of the hot tub and was ready to go! She never spilled an ounce of the champagne!
Now, Mary was ready to leave!
Hey, it is Valentine’s Day!
We thought about Vicky since she’s been on The Love Boat this past week! Word is, Vicky will be running a special on anti-seasickness pills and assorted “please-don’t-let-me-hurl” contraptions.
Dramamine and those wrist acupressure bracelets? An extra 10% off—because nothing says romance like not puking over the railing.
We rolled into the Elks right on time and scored a table for twenty—because nothing says “responsible planning” like reserving five extra seats for our imaginary friends. Bob and Donna were fired up to hit the dance floor, ready to cut loose like it was a competition and they’d already bribed the judges.
Mary and I stayed parked in our chairs, though, because Mary’s trainer went a little too “motivational” on Friday morning. By evening, she wasn’t “ready to dance” so much as “ready to file a complaint and ice everything from the eyebrows down.”
Go get’um on the dance floor and report back!
Mary and I were sitting there minding our own business when someone yelled, “Go get a room!” Which was confusing, because we weren’t even doing anything scandalous—unless you count sharing a bread basket and making the kind of eye contact that says, “If you steal my butter, we’re done.”
So naturally, we spent the rest of the night trying to figure out what we did. Were we holding hands, N. Were we whispering sweet nothings? Also, no—unless “Do you think Bob just pulled a hamstring or is that his normal face?” counts.
Apparently, at the Elks, if you laugh at the same joke and sit within five inches of each other, you’re basically engaged.
Just us!
We were all missing Vicky—freshly returned from a brutal week in the Caribbean, trapped on a cruise ship with nothing but sunshine, ocean breezes, and people bringing her food.
We invited her to drop by, but she said she was “too tired.” Which is totally fair… I mean, recovering from all that relaxing has to be exhausting.
So we did the only reasonable thing: we decided to sing to her! Because nothing says”rest up” like an unexpected concert from your friends.
Colleen swooped in right before dinner was served—impeccable timing.
We didn’t hear a single detail about her party because she was too busy chatting up Bob and Donna, as if they were the press corps.
Don’t worry—we’ll get the full low-down tomorrow morning.
We headed home a little after 8:30 pm.
I drove home since we had two cars this evening. Colleen had the Van because she came from the birthday party.
