Remember when....

LOML and I were guests of honor at a gathering hosted by some lovely college friends of ours, Blues Singer and Leo the Husbang. We hung out with them and numerous others when their kid, Newly-Engaged-College-Graduate-When-the-fuck-did-he-grow-up?!, was about 4 or so. We would be stoned outta our gourds and WTFDHGU was game to lay out on a huge piece of photographic paper and we would trace around him. Leo tells me he still has that bit of artwork in his attic. Man, if anyone smoked like that around my kids, I'd boot them from my house. My, how have the times changed.....

This whole planning the conflagration started with the retirement party of the dept secretary (who, frankly, I don't remember). Turned into a reunion of sorts. Then, after so much sighing and "man, those were the times" head swagging, with modern back and forth of e-mailing, we set up a gathering at the Singers' home.

We had a major meltdown with the squids at my elderly Aunt and Uncle's house, so the squids were to stay at Most Favored Aunt's house under house arrest. It was just as well, because LOML and I sang, drank, laughed, even belly danced the evening away. Yes, Virginia, Mummy was hungover the next morning. We called Little Rock Bill much to his pleasure/chagrin. He screamed my name over the wireless. I thought/hoped he has inserted the F-bomb as my middle name. Always a gentleman, LRB denied it all.

We wrote a letter to Six Flags Gay Boy. He has come out of the closet to every one but me. To retaliate, I wrote, as my portion of his letter, "I was told you were a Deomcrat. What is up with this loberal crap? Next you tell me you're gay!" Yup, I am always a lady.

I blurted out to the populace at large that I am a belly dancer. Blues Singer was thrilled to know. She pulled two lovely scarves either out of her closet or off some endtables. We danced to just about everyone but Lyle Lovett. It was grand. I even tried to teach Administrator-Wanna-Be and Texas Beachie about 6 weeks of classes in an hour and three bottles of wine.

We got back quite late. The squids had cried themselves to sleep. Most Favored Aunt reprimanded us for leaving her as jailer. But she was right. There's not much to do in Yeehawland except sweat, drink and watch TV when you're 58.

More to come on Alice's Adventures in Yeehawland.

Smooches.