I just returned from a weekend at the beach house with the Mah Jong gals. I'm tired! Weren't we supposed to get some rest? Hard to do when you stay up until the wee hours of the night chatting. We had a great time and I'm so thankful for my friends. Nothing out of the ordinary really...just lots of good conversation, good food, wine, gossip magazines, good weather and laughs. Oh, we were paid a visit by a neighbor's visiting friend who was in search of burn cream. Turned out his buddy had placed a lit "Blooming Flower" firecracker in his back pocket. Mario, the poor unfortunate soul now had a pair of shorts with a huge hole in them that probably matched his burned buttock. He wouldn't let us investigate, but we were able to pass along some medical supplies. Alcohol, beach fires, and firecrackers don't mix.
We all had a great time, and I look forward to this annual tradition. My family, by the way, loved their "boys weekend" as well.
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