My Weak End of the Bargain - I

Gwen, from Everything I Like Causes Cancer is turning the big 40 this week.  Saturday night was her party.  I drove down from Chicago to St. Louis for it.  (In fact, at least this section of the blog entry is being composed in her living room while she's getting ready for Sunday brunch.)

The drive was fairly uneventful.  Cora brought me the Harry Potter books on CD, so I've worked my way 50% of the way through the first book on the drive down.  I will finish it this afternoon as I roll through the heart of Illinois.  I thought of Sass as I rolled past her house.  And I talked to Lisa, the Butterfly Farmer.  It was a bloggy influenced drive.

As I neared St. Louis, I called a friend of mine from college, who I have know for 25 years.  She's been married for a couple of years now, and I'd never met her husband.  They were out shopping and we met up at Border's.  It was good to see her again and he seemed like a nice guy.  We chatted for about an hour, but then both needed to het the road.

I met up with Gwen at her house.  We had a relaxing Gwen-tini on her front porch and chatted a while.  I gave Gwen her card and presents.  I was asked and offered my advice on her wardrobe for the evening.  I provided my honest opinions, which where ignored.  (It was over which belt to wear, so it didn't really matter too much.)  Shortly, H showed up and drove us to the party at Gwen's friends' house.

And party?  Awesome, but that's her story to tell, so I will be sending off my pictures to her, so that she can tell it, once I shrink them to a mail-able size.

But, tomorrow, I will be telling a bit of my side of the story, called, "Be Careful About Bringing Legal Moonshine To A Party."