Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Channeling Gene Hackman

We were at a *great* party the other night. Lots of friends and a buffet table loaded with homemade food...fall favorites. Roast turkey with all the trimmings, pork, salads, veggies. You know, the stuff you start craving this time of year. In the midst of it, Brendan - a neighbor and good friend - commented how wonderful it was to settle into home and hearth this time of year. Get together with friends for good times. I agreed.

In fact, it had been a long weekend of "good times."

Thursday night we met friends for dinner in nearby Frenchtown. We had not seen them in a long while, so we had much catching up to do. A later night than usual for us.

Friday night brought more friends to our house for drinks and dinner out at our local inn. More good times.

Saturday it was my turn in the kitchen. Two couples for dinner. Lots of wine, laughter and food and another late nigh.

So as we loaded outselves into the car Sunday night to head out to yet another party - as mentioned above - I guess I should not have been surprised to hear Chris mutter to himself, "This is a bridge too far."