Ice Cream Man celebrated his birthday and, in perfect birthday fashion, held an open house so everyone could celebrate with him. Tree and I were some of the first guests to arrive and were kindly greeted by Sleepless.
Within minutes, several other people had joined in the festivities and Tree and I found a little nook that provided us privacy and close proximity to the drinks and food. I had a made a little bruschetta bun topped with proscuitto and, as I was biting into it, noticed Tree was using a fork. “You’re using a fork to eat?” I asked him, with my mouth full. “Yes,” he replied. “Interesting,” I replied. “Most people do this. Manners. You should try them some time.” “I’m more of a ‘Mermaids’ Mrs. Flax kind of a girl – finger foods are my preferred food group,” I told him.
We had been at the party for a couple of hours when we realized we had stayed in the same corner the whole time. “We’re not very social. In the corner, like Baby,” Tree commented. It was about this time that D-Dog joined us, in the corner. I advised D-Dog that this was, unofficially, our corner and Tree poured her a beverage.
With our beverages refreshed, we left our corner and headed to the outdoor concert taking place a few blocks away. We were about halfway there when we decided to relax on the grass and finish our drinks. As we were doing so, we noticed a ‘shiny object’ and, like kids running after the ice cream man (not to be confused with the Ice Cream Man), we quickly got up and tried to find where the shiny object went.
Sadly, we were unsuccessful in our attempt. We did, however, stumble upon something even better – a corner apartment patio with four empty chairs. Thus, we once again got sidetracked as we invited ourselves to rest upon the chairs, drink our beverages, and chat with the passersby. We had been there about ten minutes when a couple rode up on bicycles and appeared to be dumbfounded by our presence. “Do you live here?” I asked. “No, but our friends do,” they replied. “Huh. I don’t think they’re home,” I told them. Sadly, they didn’t pull a Johnny Castle, tell us “Nobody puts baby in the corner,” pull us from ‘our’ chairs, and take us to the concert stage where the show was already in progress.
Alas, we finished our drinks and headed to the park in hopes of finding a nice corner in which to enjoy the concert. which had been in progress for some time. All in all, it was a good night. I wouldn’t say I had the time of my life, but it was definitely better than Penny Johnson’s blundered backstreet abortion.