Weekend Fun

One of the main reasons I did not move back to PA after my divorce was that I just plain love my neighbors and Virginia friends. A quick look back at this weekend shows why.

After working half a day Friday (with no air conditioning . . gotta love summer "energy conservation Fridays), I picked K up early from camp and we came home, threw on the suits and were in the neighbors pool by 3:30.

By 5:00, Mary had gone to pick up pizza and by 6:00 I had run over to my house to grab the mojitos and mint. Around 7:00 I went back to the house to pick up more mojito mix and K's pajamas. After swimming until the sun went down, K got a wardrobe change and settled on the couch with the Disney Channel while Erin and I hung around poolside with the Kings . . . until midnight. When I was about to fall asleep on the bar, Erin grabbed her car to chauffeur me and an unconscious K the whole two houses back home. It was the perfect end to a very long week.



As if the weekend wasn't good enough, we got an invitation to see Shakespeare in the Park for Saturday night from the Joslins. Kristin is one of the first friends I met when we moved here in 1996. Her husband Rick was Bill's supervisor at his first SEAL Team and not even my divorce from Bill or their four year stint in Germany has lessened the affection. Although with the demands of working full time and rising a child (me) and owning a chocolatier business and raising three boys (her), it seems like we talked more when she lived in Germany. They have been back for over a year and we don't see each other nearly enough so getting together was icing on the cake to an already great weekend. Throw in some Shakespeare (I'm a fan), actual cake (a given at the Joslin's), some of Kristin's superb chocolates left over from an event last weekend and two and a half hours of sitting on a blanket under the stars eating fruit, drinking wine and watching community theater with a child who actually sat still and (mostly) stayed quiet and I was in absolute hog heaven. If the the single handyman Rick told me about asks me out or fixes the wood rot on my trim, I can die a happy woman tomorrow.

Toil and trouble . . . K after the play with one of the three witches from MacBeth.

And of course, unlike her mother, she met single, employed men her age while we were out.