A stormy day if I ever did see one.
Reminds me of The Band: Cripple Creek: A drunkard’s dream if I ever did see one.
Tonight is the pool party.
It must be cancelled.
5pm: Headed home.
Stopped for a drink at Specs: Yes! They have a generator.
Cell phone ringing.
“Where are you?’
We are holding the party inside, in the basement, at the bar.
Had a wonderful time in Bryan’s huge, fabulous home.
Spacious, comfortable, and inviting.
All the regulars from our neighborhood bar.
I must say it was a hoot, the evening, the house, the company and the food.
By the time I got home, the power was back on.
The cats were waiting to be fed, and I was feeling sublime.
A stormy day of severe weather, ending in a laid back, comfortable, easy feeling.
A day, a night and a party to remember.