Monday, May 26, 2014

The Best Friends Are Old Friends

Spending time with old friends was the theme of our long holiday weekend. On Saturday, we drove to Pueblo, which is about a four hour drive, to spend a couple of days with the Man-Cub's godfather, Jeff, who was celebrating his son's high school graduation.

Jeff and Hugh have been tight since their days of working the beat together back in Mount Pilot. They have stayed in touch despite three moves (two for Jeff, one for us), two changes of occupation (one each for Jeff and Hugh), and a divorce (Jeff''s, I mean, obviously) and The Teenager and the Man-Cub have forged strong friendships with Jeff's two sons, the younger of whom is Hugh and my godson.

So, we are all god family; because that's how that works.

After the graduation party on Sunday, we headed back to Petticoat Junction to host a Memorial Day BBQ for Chris, Jana, and the kids. Anyone who has read this blog for any length of time knows how far back we all go, so I don't think I need to explain.

In addition to it being Memorial Day, today was also Darren's birthday, so, following a pilgrimage to Banana's Fun Park, Chris and Jana hauled the boys to the house for grilled steaks, homemade coleslaw, pasta salad, and a cake that Darren wasn't expecting, but, can't have a birthday without a cake, now, can we? The margarita slushes were non-standard birthday fare, but, I didn't hear any complaints.


While the adults enjoyed good conversation and adult beverages, the kids entertained themselves with non-alcoholic beverages, basketball, and fart jokes. The fart jokes, it should be noted, were the work of the boys. Which I'm sure you found completely shocking.

And, of course, there was that cake...

...impromptu birthday cakes require creative candle selection, which totally explains the fact that I used tea lights. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Anyway, wacky candles on a cake are the kind of thing that old friends overlook. And, as I've mentioned, we were surrounded by old friends. Can't ask for much more than that on a long holiday weekend. Or, on any weekend for that matter.

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