never to old to rock 'n rollI have had the best damned time the past couple of weeks. Figured I was due, but I didn't push my luck. I thanked the powers that be and kept my eyes peeled for open doors. (Easier to go through one that's already opened rather than have to knock or find a bulldozer, ya know?)
I attended my first Royals game...and they won (seems they haven't had a lot of winning streaks lately). Son got 3 tickets, 2 together, 1 alone, so I opted for the lone one and happened to sit by 4 guys celebrating a birthday. They introduced themselves to me, had a few beers, said a few cheers, flirted their butts off. I, on the other hand, was totally engrossed in watching the Royals whip the Houston Astros. The game was exciting, though, one of those that was close for several innings, with one team getting ahead by 1 or 2, the other 0 for the inning, and back and forth. Until the 5th inning when the KC Royals had 7! It was pretty exciting stuff.
I thanked my son, by the way, for buying this house we're in. Climbing stairs umpteen times a day has paid off royally. I wouldn't have been able to walk from parking lot to baseball field or to have climbed up and down those stairs to get to that underground pub if it hadn't been for living here.
Joined a new critique group - well, new to me, and these ladies are sharp. Great with the hugs or butt kicks, whichever is necessary.
Met some really nice folks at a party at fellow friend and writer Sally's place. Was interesting that 2 people who knew me as Bobbie 20 years ago were there - and 1 of the new friends I met knew someone in MARA besides Sally...this lady had been a member years earlier, long before I joined. Out of the seven women there, seems we were all writers of one sort or another. Of course, there I was at nearly 6' tall, and the others were tiny, like size 2 to 4 and maybe 5'3" except for Sally. I felt like a moose. But they were great and I enjoyed myself.
Diana, Sally, Madonna, Anita (the birthday girl), some damn woman, Wendy, & Terri
Hitched a ride home with Gretchen who took me to meet up with Erin, who was to take me home, and we had dinner at Zona Rosa then went to an Irish pub that was hell and gone from Kansas City but tons of fun. The owner wears a kilt and has a trained tenor voice that can melt bones.
I had kismet moment chasing kismet, revelation after revelation, and so many lessons were brought home that I'd either not learned or had forgotten over the past couple of weeks. #1 is that we are all struggling...some of us just grab the proverbial bull by the horns and get back on the bull until the ride is over. Some of us get sidetracked--okay, we all do at times. But persistence pays off.
I learned more about Madonna, not the singer, the writer, and she's quite interesting. Great conversationalist--who knew? She's usually so quiet. But she's a character, great sense of humor, interested in so many things, big traveler, and her husband is just nuts about her - it's so obvious. Thirty years of marriage and the man's eyes still hold that love and admiration every time he looks at her.
One of my pals is 65 and looks like she's in her 30's. She has a home gym of sorts, works out, rides a Harley, drives a sports car, and cooks and decorates and has all sorts of interests. And she has a bubble machine - lol. Loved it. Bubbles all over that back yard.
Anyway, that's why I've been absent. Nothing wrong. Just resting up from the move, busting ass around here getting things put away, and spending time with family and friends. Hope the rest of you are well and happy and that the Universe grants you a ballgame, a kiss (got one or two of those this past week - lol - another story), clean laundry, and balm for what ails you.