||[Aug. 8th, 2010|12:09 pm]
Yelp.Ferrett and I both worked all day yesterday, so by evening time we were looking to get out of the house. Plus, in an effort to get my cupboards cleared out, I have been cooking from what's here, so my success means that there isn't that much here at this point, and none of the flavor sensations I could come up with from some frozen chicken breast, half a box of rigatoni, gouda cheese, applesauce, and an onion were really inspiring me or floating Ferrett's boat (although today I'm thinking that I might just be able to pull it off). So we decided to take a drive over to the east side with a visit to the Apple store as its apogee and just find someplace inexpensive for dinner along the way with the help of |
A convergence of wonderful things happened. Ferrett found Mama Joyce's, and we'd both been jonesing for soul food. We ordered, and were informed that it would be about 25 minutes, so we decided to take a walk over to Kat and Eric's house, a little over half a mile away. If they were there, we would visit for a minute and find out if bringing our take-away over was convenient, and if not, we'd have at least gotten in a walk - it was a lovely day and not nearly as hot as it has been, and it's a nice neighborhood for walking.
As it turned out, Kat and Eric were gone, so we left a note on the back door and started back. We hadn't even reached the end of the block when Ferrett's phone rang. It was Eric, asking how far away we'd gotten. He had the girls with him, but Kat was off with our friend Karla to see "Rent" so wouldn't be home. We assured Eric that we'd love to come hang out with him, then walked back to Mama Joyce's, got our food, and drove to their house.
We were about halfway through eating when Karla called me. They'd gone to dinner, but it turned out that Rent was sold out and they were casting about for something to do, and Kat had noticed that Ferrett had called her cell phone, so what were we up to.
"Tell Kat we're sitting in her dining room," I said.
This produced a bit of confusion, to say the least. But after a few more minutes of discussion, they decided that they would come home and we would have a spontaneous porch party.
And so that is how I ended up spending a lovely evening with three of my favorite people (plus my husband, but I was already spending the evening with him), drinking wine by candlelight (coming from bug-repellent lanterns, but still candlelight), and talking and laughing. It really is the best kind of evening, that.
Ooh, what kind of soul food?
If you ever come down here, I will stuff you guys with the best yams, greens and ox-tails this world has ever known.
Woot!!! I'd love to have you cook for us!!
That sounds wonderful. Really wonderful.
It was completely awesome.
2010-08-08 06:06 pm (UTC)
"Convergence" should be the collective noun for wonderful things. Isn't it great when things just seem to click like that?
I am so envious. I miss having friends I can call up and hang out with without careful planning and several hours of driving.
We have been way overscheduled, so it was nice to be able to do something spontaneous.
Yeah. I say I miss it, but that implies it was a recent thing to miss. XD Honestly, the last time I was able to say I could do that was high school, and not always even then.
We have been very fortunate to find such a great group of friends here. I know how lucky we are.
Thanks for sharing your lovely evening. :)
I like to chronicle these things so when I look back I can remember them.
ah...these spontaneous get-togethers are what I miss most about living in the same city as my best friends.
We don't do it here nearly as much as we used to elsewhere, but it was kind of awesome.