Petey and I belong to a dinner club. Those of you who know me well are smiling right now because you know how much I don't like to cook. If you've been reading along, I blogged about that a while back in a "kitchen" post.
No one in the group (there are 6 couples) can remember exactly how many years we've been together. Every now and then the subject comes up - we start doing the math and then get distracted. It's a chore.
Last night we assembled at Rosie and Tom Hunter's home. Just to give you an idea of the lovely setting - here are two pictures: the potting shed (I could move in tomorrow) and the pond (which Petey covets with every fiber of his being).
Sometimes we have a theme for dinner which is left up to the hosts. We've had: come as your favorite TV character from the 50s, cowboy night, good/evil night (that time Tom and Rosie came as a two-headed baby), and many, many more. This crowd will run with anything you throw at them.
We always dine in the home of one of the couples; rotating 6 times a year. One time we tried to go out which was embarrassing because we're very loud and the manager of the restaurant had to ask us to turn it down a notch or six. Must have been when we burst into song which happens often.
We also have trouble taking turns when it comes to sharing a thought or story. Imagine at least 6 different conversations going on at the same time. Not for the faint of heart.
A while back someone brought a "talking stick" with them and thought that might solve the problem. Yeah, that lasted about three minutes which in "dinner club time" converts to a decade. Must be someone was in the bathroom.
No people pictures in this post because my battery died before I got everyone and I don't want to hurt anyone's feeling (Jim and Becky) so you'll just have to imagine how terrific we all looked last night, eh?
In closing (I sound like a keynote speaker, don't I?) I must tell you how much fun we have had over the years with this crew. Good friends and good food is a combo that simply can not be beat.