bird in the reeds

bbque time

i put myself on a word diet so I can get this out in a little more timely manner. check out the precursor to this.

saturday- strangely excited about bar-b-que tonight.
we arrive.
Jason warmly greats us.

feel slightly uncomfortable in group discussion. that’s just me.
three bottles of bubbles. i open one and start bubbling.
i stop when i realize winds would take them right at people talking on the deck.
dinner gets called.
two type of ribs, tri-tip, & salads. yum!
sat amount strangers. again slightly uncomfortable. am able to make idle chat
dinners over. back to the deck.
now in a place I could safely blow bubbles, or so I thought.
wind had changed 180Β°. I continue to blow anyway.
people accepting turning to interested.
women did not want bubbles landing or her pants, so she pops them before they do.
someone decides to doctor the bubble formula and get a wire hanger.
add dawn and sugar.
now someone starts blowing big bubbles, foot and a half across sometimes.
sugar causes weirdness when bubbles pop.
instead of bubble disappearing, it collapsed on itself and fell to the ground.
resultant bubbles got the name satan’s sperm.
the pan and “wand” got passed around and everyone took there turn.
someone notes that Mary had blown the biggest bubbles.
minutes later, i embarrass Mary by saying she’s had the biggest bubbles of the night. πŸ™‚
she takes it good heartedly, meaning she didn’t immediately beat the crap out of me. .
head inside to play xbox dancing game.
have three left feet. beat back extreme peer pressure and don’t play.
night winding down.
had a discussion with Jason about kayaks.
he and sheri are wanting to buy. i have both the boats and a far bit of knowledge.
sheri makes a comment about hoping that we don’t think it’s weird that bubble were one of their forms of entertainment.
I remind her who started the bubbles, me.
start a conversation with sheri talking about our common alma mater and my home haunts. jason’s son currently currently attending our alma mater, too,
continues with a wonderful and wide ranging conversation with sheri about depression
she is 20 years on antidepressants
we finally say our goodbyes and head for home.

except for the group awkwardness, to be expected, had an excellent evening. excitement justified.

good thing i just gave you just bullet points. even at that, the post is still nearly 400 words. I would hate to see how it ended up if I wrote like my regular descriptive self!

15 thoughts on “bbque time

  1. tpcsufian

    I usually never remember a whole day in so much detail. You have a gift. Marvelous! πŸ™‚

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    1. bipolarsojourner Post author

      have you ever noticed when rapping a present, it’s easy to concentrate on the paper and forget about the present inside? thank you for recognizing and reminder me of the gift inside underneath the pretty paper.

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        1. bipolarsojourner Post author

          well, thanks for letting me be the receiver of you gifts this morning. what gifts, you may be asking?

          β€’ the follow
          β€’ the compliment
          β€’ and the follow up

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          1. tpcsufian

            All of the above. I try to give what i get and then some. In life, no one is obligated to give a gift to me so whenever someone does, it’s miraculous.

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  2. Anxious Mom

    I see that I’ve hacked your WP account and posted your news for all to see πŸ˜‰

    I’m glad you had such a good evening. (When you said three bottles of bubbles, I thought you meant champagne at first haha.) That sounds like the lovely hangouts I have with my friends, after I get past my nervousness, they sound super laid back, which is great!

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  3. emmagc75

    I’m so glad you had a good time and I’m happy you were able to enjoy yourself, blowing bubbles n talking kayaks lol. Hugs to you xo

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    1. bipolarsojourner Post author

      ha, just goes to show i am an odd bird. btw, i say that as a compliment, not a cut. btw, when you come out, we can go kayaking and while we’re out, blow bubbles! doesn’t that sound like fun! πŸ™‚

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