One of two female buddhas, White Tara at the Tashi Choling Center for Buddhist Studies, down the road a piece |
"With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come."
- Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
So the fifth Jenny Creek Cafe convention and dance-athon is now in the archives. It was probably the most ambitious production yet, but at the same time simpler because we'd done it four times. This is purely conjecture because I didn't really do any of the planning. I was flattered because the location was chosen (in part) because it is near Ashland (Oregon, about 140 miles north of my town), where I traveled to absorb a little culture and gather with my siblings, but I could still get there in time for a bedtime drink snack on the first day.
"Heaven & Earth" is a beautiful, sprawling house in the rolling hills right on the California border with big bedrooms for almost everyone and a vast kitchen/dining space where we spent most of our time cooking and eating. (If you decide to look, the "master bedroom" was mine, but only because one couple had to cancel.) The single unpleasant surprise was an inadequate refrigerator which required daily additions of bagged ice to keep our food from going bad and poisoning us all. I realize it's bougie to whine about no Wi-Fi, but there was also no air conditioning and the first two days were well over one hundred degrees outside, rendering us too sweaty and lethargic to dance much, but we compensated by enjoying our booze on-the-rocks instead of neat. (Sadly, being sweaty and lethargic is almost a given in this, the happy hour of our lives...) There was a walkout basement level with a family room (and most of the bedrooms) which was nice and cool and an excellent place to gather to watch M and Dr L's African safari slideshow, judge the crusty heel contest, play a few hands of Name-That-Symptom, or sing along to the Music Man. (We are still perplexed by what appears to be at least a twenty-year age separation between Marian [Shirley Jones] and her little brother Winthrop [Ronny Howard], who was clearly Mrs Paroo's change-of-life baby.)
There's my mountain, looking south out our windows |
"Heaven & Earth" is a beautiful, sprawling house in the rolling hills right on the California border with big bedrooms for almost everyone and a vast kitchen/dining space where we spent most of our time cooking and eating. (If you decide to look, the "master bedroom" was mine, but only because one couple had to cancel.) The single unpleasant surprise was an inadequate refrigerator which required daily additions of bagged ice to keep our food from going bad and poisoning us all. I realize it's bougie to whine about no Wi-Fi, but there was also no air conditioning and the first two days were well over one hundred degrees outside, rendering us too sweaty and lethargic to dance much, but we compensated by enjoying our booze on-the-rocks instead of neat. (Sadly, being sweaty and lethargic is almost a given in this, the happy hour of our lives...) There was a walkout basement level with a family room (and most of the bedrooms) which was nice and cool and an excellent place to gather to watch M and Dr L's African safari slideshow, judge the crusty heel contest, play a few hands of Name-That-Symptom, or sing along to the Music Man. (We are still perplexed by what appears to be at least a twenty-year age separation between Marian [Shirley Jones] and her little brother Winthrop [Ronny Howard], who was clearly Mrs Paroo's change-of-life baby.)
The salmon cook and the pizza cook |
From the Cafe's inception we've counted two spouses in our numbers--indeed they are charter members--but this year the circle expanded to welcome two more husbands (Neither of whom had avoided us on purpose, mysteriously, necessarily, it just seldom worked out that they could make the pilgrimage.) Both of them had a great time or are skilled actors; either circumstance obviously makes for good husband material, in my somewhat impaired opinion.
Once again I drove home with the sweet taste of bone-deep friendship on my tongue and the delicious warmth of laughter in my heart. I guess one good thing about being this age is that the days will fly by and next year's reunion will be here in the blink of a presbyopic eye.
Ok, I get that it's a reunion, and a happy one --but of what?
ReplyDeleteJCC kind of grew out of those dreadful high school reunions; but we've been good friends for far longer than that--some of us longer than fifty years! We're that special non-genetic kind of family--far less drama, lots more fun. Thanks for asking! :o)
DeleteWow, that looks like a lot of fun. You're so lucky to have remained in these close friendships for so long. I've lost touch with most of my good friends from high school and college.
ReplyDeleteWHat a great thing you do--I bet your face ACHES from grinning!
ReplyDeleteOh, it does! But we've discovered that vodka-tonic-Meyer lemon is a very efficacious pain-reliever.
DeleteYou hit the nail on the proverbial head. Now, I'd just like to be able to link to this blog without having to go looking (in other words, post in on Facebook! Even just on JCC!)
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