Last weekend I had the great fortune to be invited aboard my lovely friends' party barge for a floating Sunday brunch. It was a gorgeous day and such a treat to be out on the water, even for the 2plus
bottles hours we loitered at the dock before pushing off.
We were wise to wait, because although my lovely friends and I had each other to talk and laugh and drink with, we had but one offspring between us, which is a far, far cry from our usual haul. When Beth and her lowly singleton showed up to join the fun, it was a perfect storm of kindred friends for all of us.
Plus, we had designated drivers.
It was one of those brunches that ends at 8pm, after jumping into a fancy hotel jacuzzi. You know the type.
|My God, look at the gorgeous faces surrounding my shadowy troll mug|
|I tried to drag them down to my level and ugly them up|
|It didn't work. I did well though, don't you think?|
|Cheer up, Eric.|