Imagine … dinner with the daughters of your mom’s BFFs! Oh YEAH!! We have seen each other randomly over the years, but never all together and never with the wine flowing. Is there such a thing as a wine-klatch?
We met in our old neighborhood, where one of the daughters bought the home she grew up in. After several bracing hugs and some out-of-this-world garlic bread, we filled our glasses and took a walk to the park we all have dreams about.
On the way, we stopped to take photos in front of each other’s old homes, which for some reason attracted the attention of neighbors who got a kick out of our pilgrimage story.
Once inside the rusty fence of the park, we all spilled (no, not wine) memories – most sweet and some not-so (Deb and I recalled playing with matches and almost burning the park down … if not for my older brother). It was kind of surreal to listen as many of my own childhood memories were recalled by the others – braiding lanyards and the Milk Mobile, waxing the slide, diving for seats on the merry-go-round (in my dreams it never stops spinning) and almost drowning in the deep end of the pool, lemonade stands under the shade of the weeping willow tree. And yes, the hill we used to sled down is definitely smaller than it used to be.
Then back home for a delicious pasta dinner (yum … from Salute Restaurant), more bread, more wine. We talked about so much, our stories weaving back and forth across the table – our Mom’s best meals … the weird neighbors down the street … our favorite teachers … do you think your mother ever used a vibrator. Okay, yes … at that point we had toasted our moms more than once and the wine was mostly gone. Coffee had been poured and 3 different desserts were being shared around the table.
There were tears, but mostly laughter and a sense of continuity I have not felt in awhile. I like to think there is a scarred and well-used kitchen table in ‘Happy Happy Land’ (https://hereisakiss.wordpress.com/2011/07/03/happy-happy-land/) and our moms were sitting around it that night – coffee in hand – laughing along with us. Here’s to ya!
PS … One of our moms is still with us. I think dinner is at her house next time 🙂