Dinner With Friends

I don't know why we as adults (and I use the term loosely) forget how to have fun as we grow older and more "responsible". Tonight, I had dinner with a few friends from church and it surprised me to discover how long it had been since I laughed til my sides hurt at the dinner table. Dancing at the sink and humming along to whatever is playing on the radio while plotting to see who is within swatting range of my handy dandy dish towel is a great way to pass time. Obviously, it doesn't take a whole lot to amuse me. It's just that somehow I forget how truly good entertainment is usually free, especially if you consider it's usually a practical joke at someone else's expense. Tonight, I remembered how to be silly. I used to think nothing of whistling for my car in the mall parking lot when I couldn't remember where I'd parked. Of course, cars are not horses and if they were, I'd have had to shoot Betsy about four tires ago. The car never pulled up to meet me at the door but I did get a few dirty looks from shoppers who thought I was calling them instead so that was quite a nice cheer me up. Then there were the times I had to grocery shop on my lunch hour during the work week. To get past the hustle and rushed feelings that would fluster me, I'd take a running start out the door and ride the cart half way to my car with a huge grin.  My happiness was mostly from the pleasure of shocking all the proper old ladies in their control top pantyhose and sensible shoes. Not to mention actually riding the mechanical pony while waiting for my girlfriends to check out at the express lane on our wild evenings out at Ruby Tuesdays. Such scandal!
So, tonight I had an epiphany. There weren't any angels dancing with me in the kitchen tonight and believe me, I'd have noticed the help. No rainbows or halos. Just the hilarious company of my fellow earthlings as we filled the night with our laughter and our memory with a few good snapshots. Speaking of snapshots, if you decide to play the dish towel game, it's all in the wrist and never aim for anyone you don't think you can outrun.  Just sayin.