Double vaxxed and ready to chillax…with a couple of friends who also believe in science, drinking and lively conversation.
Double vaxxed and ready to chillax…with a couple of friends who also believe in science, drinking and lively conversation. Although we were all board members of a nonprofit organization, no business (OK, not a lot of business) was discussed. We were so giddy just to see one another in real life rather than on our monthly Zoom board meetings.
Apparently, I was the most anxious to get out of the house since I arrived first with a bottle of my favorite spicy red wine, Cabernero. I was tempted to bring my silver chalice, I left it at home. I poured the hostess a taste, saying she could have more if she liked it. She loved it…as did all the other board members who arrived in time before we finished the bottle.
Although everyone had received her double vaccination doses, our host, in an abundance of caution, set up our happy hour in her backyard patio. As beautiful as the evening was, I knew winged spoilers would be out and biting. I’d slathered Skin So Soft all over my arms, legs, neck, chest…pretty much any exposed area except my face. There was no way I was going to wear long sleeves on such a warm night. Besides, I didn’t want to skip the joy of dressing up for a change.
I’ve always been a dog person even though I’ve not lived with one since childhood. Rosie, a beautiful chocolate poodle mix, was a welcomed surprise at happy hour. I met her when I arrived and she was let loose toward the end of our visit. I completely understand how some people derived comfort from adopting a fur baby. Unfortunately, others are returning their fur babies now that the pandemic is nearly over as if they were nothing but pandemic pets.
At one point, someone asked the group what the pandemic had taught us about ourselves. Everyone attempted a positive answer. One woman said she valued having her parents nearby, so they could help with childcare. I talked about how daily yoga, red wine, illustrating and my weekly baked quiche brought me joy. The woman who posed the question answered last. “I learned I have gray pussy hair.”
I only understood what she’d said the third time she said it. The first two times, I heard, “I learned I have great pussy hair.” Since the pandemic, she’d no longer felt the need to wax/shave/laser–not sure what her hair removal method was. Yet, from what I thought I heard, reminded me of a little gem I’d written years ago, “Pubic Hair Cornrows.” I either texted or emailed everyone at Happy Hour the link. The gist is that fashion trends, including bodyscaping, tends to ebb and flow.
The happy hour officially ended when the drizzle began. Even though the rain never came, this is the land of flash floods, better to drive home safely while we could. We hadn’t survived a plague just to die in a flood.