what is it about that little bar in my basement? it is old and orange and green with paneled walls and several couches. a big stone fireplace and lots of candles. nothing fancy but they sure love being there, we all do. maybe it reminds us all of basement bars when we were growing up - except for me, because we didn't have one (we were baptists). it is big enough for all of us, but small enough to knock wrists or slap hands when we need to. and everyone is within arm's reach from the liquor, ice, water and snacks.
the christmas gathering was postponed this year at my request. i wasn't in the mood to entertain, so we went out for dinner instead. but everyone asked for a do-over. and last night they all came and we did over. oh this group...sometimes we laugh so hard we can't breathe and always we tell stories, and often we fall silent- one at a time and only for a moment. just long enough to take it all in and feel so lucky for having each other.
we are wondrously entertaining, funny and wise. at least we think so.
as all the cars were starting to back out, tim gave mike a big bearhug and told him "we love coming here".
we love it, too. thanks guys!
the christmas gathering was postponed this year at my request. i wasn't in the mood to entertain, so we went out for dinner instead. but everyone asked for a do-over. and last night they all came and we did over. oh this group...sometimes we laugh so hard we can't breathe and always we tell stories, and often we fall silent- one at a time and only for a moment. just long enough to take it all in and feel so lucky for having each other.
we are wondrously entertaining, funny and wise. at least we think so.
as all the cars were starting to back out, tim gave mike a big bearhug and told him "we love coming here".
we love it, too. thanks guys!
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