|Cars gathered at an Oyster Rocks house for a party or something earlier this evening|
Been to any parties lately? Me neither.
A few minutes ago, as I was rounding the corner of Clamshell Drive in Oyster Rocks, the development behind me where I take my early evening walk, I observed a goodly number of cars parked out in front of one of the houses. First thought that came to my mind "Why wasn't I invited?"
Granted, I have no idea who the people are who live in that house but during past walks, I have passed them and exchanged non binding pleasantries the way one does with strangers to let them know you're not casing their neighborhood for a future robbery. I've been walking in Oyster Rocks for about six years now so I assume most of the long time residents know who the tall, bearded, round shouldered, "older man" is who walks in their development almost every evening when the weather is decent.
|Me in full Halloween regalia October 2007|
Seriously though folks, when was the last time you went to a party? The whole six years I've lived in Gayberry, I've been invited to one party. That was a Halloween Party that doubled as a house warming (bring a gift) held by my former Computer Guy. When I got the invite I was all excited because I thought "Hey! Someone likes me, they really like me!" Little did I know that I was but one among hundreds who was invited to said Halloween Party. Once I got there and was directed where to place my house warming gift and saw the stack of housewarming loot on the dining room table, I was brought back to reality. Still, I managed to make the best of the situation and mingled with the crowd, none of whom could of cared less if I was there or not. I was never invited back. Maybe because one can only have one housewarming or maybe because I was a colossal bore. Who knows? Who cares?
|Me sans monster mark (do I look better with the mask?)|
|Roman Centurions - these guys throw a lot of parties - I'm never invited|
|Pirates - I don't know if these guys throw parties but I sure would like to be invited to theirs|
|Me and my "date" - I was asked to one of his parties - ONE|
So here I am tonight , talking my daily evening walk in Oyster Rocks on this very pleasant, almost summer evening and I see folk gathered together seemingly having a good time although I heard no raucous sounds emanating from their house.
I used to have an occasional Saturday night dinner that I prepared for a former friend (he dismissed me as a friend after he read something in my blog that offended him). Bill even stayed up for that dinner. I used to enjoy putting together something special. I sort of miss all that was involved in putting on a dinner but it's perhaps just as well that Bill and I are back to our regular routine. Bill goes to bed early (7 or 8 o'clock) and I stay up late watching one of my Netflix rentals.
I remember my Mother saying that when she got older she had no desire to put together a big dinner like she used to every day for years and years. I know how she feels.
Thus my dinner tonight was meat loaf made from the Cracker Barrel recipe that I swiped from the Internet. I made one small change in the recipe, I added Chipotle bread crumbs just to see how that would taste. OMG! Delicious! I now have a new Favorite Recipe. So for dinner tonight I had my homemade red potato salad and TWO slices of my Cracker Barrel Chipotle meat loaf. I washed it down with Turkey Hill Died Orange Decaf Ice Tea. I sliced up the rest of the meat loaf and put them in Seal-a-Bag and froze them for dinners during the week.
So you see there, I don't need to go to no damn stinking party, I make my own party. And for dessert tonight I'll have some of that bread pudding I made yesterday with the Panera bread baguettes that came with all that soup that I bought at Panera yesterday.