Tree and I ended up spending the majority of the weekend together, which is nice considering he has agreed to hold my hand in public should I ever desire. One evening we were getting ready for the day (remember, fashionably late) and he came in with his shirt in his hands. “Guess I’ll wear my little boy shirt,” he said and then put it on. Though not tight, the shirt appeared to be a bit small. “That is a little boy shirt,” I commented and asked, “What size is it?” “Gay,” Tree quipped.
We decided to make it a Cream Soda and Vodka day and invited MiniMe, Striker, Skiwi and The Leaver to join in the festivities. I had tried out a new recipe and impressed everyone, especially Skiwi, with the great tasting enchiladas. “‘I’m impressed that you were able to figure out the conversion,” Skiwi told me. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Converting from Celsius to Fahrenheit, I saw the recipe in the kitchen,” he replied. “That explains things,” Tree interjected. “She was so pleased that we only had to cook them at 180 degrees because it wouldn’t get the house too hot and then she couldn’t figure out why the cheese wasn’t melting and finally turned it up to 350.” “I totally forgot the recipe was from Australia. Wow. Well, good to know. I can impress my European friends with my knew found knowledge,” I stated.
Skiwi decided to make it an early night and I decided to bring the fire pit to the front yard and make s’mores. After enjoying their s’mores, The Leaver went home and MiniMe and Striker retreated to the back of the house. Tree and I attempted to invite several of our friends to join us, all to no avail, so we began inviting passersby. Finally, a couple of cyclists took us up on our invitation and within minutes we were all toasting marshmallows.
Eventually, it was just Tree and I again, outside, lounging on the chaise lounges. “I guess we could just sleep out here,” I told him. “I’m not sleeping in the front yard on a chaise lounge. Toasting marshmallows in a fire pit in the front yard is white trash enough for me,” he stated while quickly getting up from his chaise lounge. “Fine,” I said and followed him inside, brushed my teeth, put in my retainers, got in my make weight pajamas, and went to bed…at which time it was about 25 degrees. Celsius.