Sunday, May 09, 2004
I'm posting from work right now and the interface looks weird so I hope this works.
My good friend Mike Benemelis wrote me the other day and told me to blog because it has been such a long time and because he is turning 40 this weekend. Mike and I were inseparable in high school and college, but, as is so often the case, life, work, family, etc. intrudes and we drift away. Although, I have to say, of all my friends who have drifted, Mike is the one who I can see and two minutes later it is like we've never been apart. Happy B-day bro! 40's gonna be easy compared to keeping a male-free perimeter around those daughters of yours.
Speaking of 40 yrs. old, another of my great friends turned 40 in April. Now, I tend look like 40, Rochelle does not. I was fortunate enough to be in town when her birthday rolled around so Lorna and I went over for the evening. It was a good time up until the point I totally ruined it. They had gotten' a German chocolate cake which looks great until you realize that it has coconut in it and nuts on it and I despise both. So, I enjoyed a Dr. Pepper while Lorna, Darren and Rochelle drank wine and the kids ate cake. Towards the end of the night I was going into the kitchen from the dining room. Lorna, Darren and Rochelle where in there talking and as I walked in I came to Rochelle in front of the fridge. She was fiddling with something on the fridge and as I went by I gave her one of those, you know, friendly kinda bumps that say "Hey!" She gave out a little "Doh!" and I heard something shuffle on the fridge. She looked down and started to laugh the way you do after someone does something kookie that only happens in the movies. Darren and Lorna were frozen with half smiles on their faces. I don't know if my bump was too much or the wine made Rochelle a bit less stable than usual but I found that the thing she had been fiddling with was the CAKE and it had flipped over and clipped the corner of the fridge on it's way down to the floor where it lay up-side-down with a frosting pattern stretching outward like so many blood splatters at a crime scene. Maybe next year I can start the house on fire!
My good friend Mike Benemelis wrote me the other day and told me to blog because it has been such a long time and because he is turning 40 this weekend. Mike and I were inseparable in high school and college, but, as is so often the case, life, work, family, etc. intrudes and we drift away. Although, I have to say, of all my friends who have drifted, Mike is the one who I can see and two minutes later it is like we've never been apart. Happy B-day bro! 40's gonna be easy compared to keeping a male-free perimeter around those daughters of yours.
Speaking of 40 yrs. old, another of my great friends turned 40 in April. Now, I tend look like 40, Rochelle does not. I was fortunate enough to be in town when her birthday rolled around so Lorna and I went over for the evening. It was a good time up until the point I totally ruined it. They had gotten' a German chocolate cake which looks great until you realize that it has coconut in it and nuts on it and I despise both. So, I enjoyed a Dr. Pepper while Lorna, Darren and Rochelle drank wine and the kids ate cake. Towards the end of the night I was going into the kitchen from the dining room. Lorna, Darren and Rochelle where in there talking and as I walked in I came to Rochelle in front of the fridge. She was fiddling with something on the fridge and as I went by I gave her one of those, you know, friendly kinda bumps that say "Hey!" She gave out a little "Doh!" and I heard something shuffle on the fridge. She looked down and started to laugh the way you do after someone does something kookie that only happens in the movies. Darren and Lorna were frozen with half smiles on their faces. I don't know if my bump was too much or the wine made Rochelle a bit less stable than usual but I found that the thing she had been fiddling with was the CAKE and it had flipped over and clipped the corner of the fridge on it's way down to the floor where it lay up-side-down with a frosting pattern stretching outward like so many blood splatters at a crime scene. Maybe next year I can start the house on fire!
// posted by Chris @ Sunday, May 09, 2004
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