NO MOSQUITOS.
I know, that sounds like a great thing but it's not: it's evidence of how severe the drought is and besides, I'm not sure a lack of mosquitos isn't what triggered the horrific summer of inchworms back in '73. 54 years later, I still freak out if I see one of those little green monsters. PTSD can be caused by many things.
The good news is that it's been raining for the last 48 hours. We really need it. The bad news is that this is the weekend of the Second Annual John G. Hubbell Memorial Invitational Golf Tournament.
We've had rain only twice this whole summer. Once was on the day Zack got married and the other is now. I choose to take this as a good omen. Rain =water = life.
Speaking of which, Zack and Sara are already expecting!!
I'll take a moment here to do my happy dance again...
Our newlyweds made no bones about the fact that they wanted to start a family right away. The Priest told them during the ceremony, as the church was being pelted with the first rain we'd had in two months that rain on one's wedding foretold great fortune and fertility. So far, so good!
We planned no tournament after-party this year. I think that speaks to how drained we are after the last 18 months. For the first ten years of the tourney, the after party was at Mom and Dad's house on Queen. Then they moved to Willowood and the party followed. Since they moved out of that house, the party has been at Tyler and Megan's place because it's huge and close to the course. This year, Ty didn't feel up to hosting another bash so soon after the wedding.
I think it should go on the record to say that Megan was fine with throwing another party. TYLER is the one who said "no mas." Keep that in mind.
No one stepped up and volunteered to throw the party. No judgements, as I didn't step up either.
As great believers in simply rolling with the tide, Jay and I invited the out of towners (and Mom) to come to dinner at our house after Sunday's round. It's always nice when we can get together in small groups. An intimate dinner party is completely different from a huge family bash and both are delightful.
The first round was played on a course wet from thunderstorms that raged all night. The rain was over before the first tee time so play commenced as planned.
Later in the evening, as I ate dinner while watching Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar*, Ty called. He said "Hey Mom, I told everyone to go to your house after the tourny tomorrow, and I'd buy the pizzas. Is that OK?"
A. I do love an impromtu. Its one of my favorite kinds of party. No expectations are raised so there's no pressure. I'm not even cleaning the bathroom.
B. Jay wants it on the record that he did not plan this party. So any complaints must be addressed to the idiot who did. That would be Tyler.
C. Megan had no objection to hosting this party. It was TYLER WHO SAID NO, Then changed his mind and invited everyone to my house. Now Megan, who was more than willing to host, has to drive to my house with all the kids. Thanks alot, Ty.
D. I did notice that Tyler didn't ask for permission first; he presented me with a fait accompli; I could have said 'no' and I'm not afraid of being the bad guy but see above (A.)
It's not currently raining out but it did rain all night again and my deck furniture is soaked. People will be inside and outside...they'll all get wet. That's not a problem for this crowd.
I firmly believe that there's only one thing necessary for a great party and that's to invite fun people.
Check.
*If you like stupid, over the top slap stick (and who doesn't?) this movie is an A+