One of the best side-effects of moving has been that we’ve made a whole bunch of truly wonderful new friends. Pre-move I remember worrying about that a lot, actually – wondering whether I’d make friends who I just hung around with because…I don’t know, we were on the same local committee or something, not because we really had anything in common. Worrying that the years when you bond over the things like enormous life questions and crazy experiences were behind me.
Worry that I wouldn’t make friends who – for example – might enjoy a good mustache photo op quite as much as I do.
As it turns out, new parenthood leaves college in the dust when it comes to things like enormous life questions and crazy experiences.
And about 90% of the new friends we’ve made out here have children around the same age as our son, so that makes things like Cinco de Mayo BBQs extra fun. We basically just unleash all our Wild Things in the backyard with assorted plastic vehicles and balls and sit back and eat guacamole; it’s the best.
This, by the way, was my contribution to the BBQ – the Tangy Potato Salad I made constantly last summer.
When we arrived, our host held out a hat and asked us if we wanted to put in five bucks and take a number, and the winner would get the pot. Now, we’ve never been to this particular couple’s house before so – no joke – I actually thought that this was just their thing: inviting their guests to play slightly random gambling games. Which would be…you know, kind of odd, but hey: nothing wrong with a slightly random gambling game, and I wanted to be a team player, et cetera et cetera, so I put in some money.
So did Kendrick.
And then we realized that it was the Kentucky Derby. <facepalm>
And we (or rather Orb) WON.
Cheers.
Sunday was so lovely and so weekend-day-trip perfect for those of you who live in the area that I have a whole separate post on the place we went going up shortly (it involved apple blossoms and goats and hay and very spectacular egg salad sandwiches).
The rest of our weekend was spent gardening, because it turns out that I’m completely obsessed and can’t stop buying plants. (More on this later.)
I also can’t stop buying ceramic spirit animals. (As compulsions go, I think this one is okay, though…because it involves me owning things like green pigs with wings.)
For the grand finale, we did one of those early-evening walks down Main Street that makes us fall in love with our town all over again, complete with a stop at the Tarry Tavern for mussels…
And banana splits, obviously.
