Spoons

It’s not like there was any fun on tap. Becky Jean had a couple of gal friends who wanted to meet up (each accompanied by additional gal-pals) and I had some guy friends who wanted to play too. My guy friends both had other guy friends, which meant suddenly we were entertaining an entourage of about a dozen. Woe are we!

When Becky Jean and I were on our way to pre-funk at my buddy, Chris’ place… Knew he was planning to hang out with his neighbor, an overgrown frat-boy who happens to be one of Becky Jean’s biggest fans. He fell in love with her at first sight. After debating whether or not (and how) to tell her who she was about to meet (only for the second time), decided to skip the prep talk altogether.

Chris ruined the surprise anyway – she was fully prepared for the arrival of the dumb-struck love puppy. He came with a couple other guys, then the six of us squished into my little hatchback for a short ride.

We hit Blue Hour to meet the ladies, followed by a brief stop at Jinx, then shut down Dig a Pony. But the best part was when a gang of us went back to Chris’ place for more good cheers and hospitality. He put on some tunes, made a pile of munchies on the kitchen table, then went looking for some very important items in the kitchen drawer. With much satisfaction, he gathered and distributed a handful of spatulas and large serving utensils for everyone in the room, then promptly began banging his to the music on the kitchen counter.

We joined in, with glee.

This continued, more or less in waves, for a solid two hours, until we noticed the early morning brightness seeping across the sky. Probably would have kept at it, had we not been interrupted by a loud-yet-almost-impossible-to-hear knock at the door. A neighbor! She was not amused…

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