The Natural Disaster

Ahhhhh. Suburbia. Home to strip malls, parking lots with actual parking spots, Home Depot's, TGI Friday's, Applebees. Costcos. Exits (it is pronounced egg-zits in case you didn't know) with readily available everything for your consumption. We were invited by the soon to be marrieds to dinner at the new casa bel grande. The Disaster was kind enough to have us out to enjoy mexican night in their new home - and the quesadilla maker proved to be a valuable natural resource for the kkft. (PS-the margaritas didn't suck either). The girls enjoyed sliding down the wood staircase on a dog - don't get all bent out of shape - it wasn't a real dog, but a gigantic stuffed dog. There were many times when the disaster pointed out that fact that he did not know where the nearest hospital was in case of an emergency because of some of the girls' antics - all in good fun of course in the wide open space of their new home. I think if it is possible, the girls were actually 'high' on open space for a period of time. We enjoyed great conversation, catching up on what is happening in our lives - personally and professionally. I learned that they will have an unlimited supply of meat at their wedding next summer - which is nice. We laughed heartily - and I mean all of us - at many a topic over the course of the evening. We enjoyed delicious food and drink. We reveled in the fact that we get to enjoy each other and our families during this vacation time, and how fortunate we are to have this time together. And as we headed back to the city to our home, and as superstar drove the minivan of love down the long island expressway, I relaxed and thanked God for these friends of ours, and I'm not going to lie, dozed off while thinking about it. But to think about it more today, it is hard for me to believe that last night, I left my apartment in Brooklyn, drove the 2 hours or so out onto Long Island to spend an evening with our friends, and then return to our 'home' in the W.T. Had I not ever followed the promptings of God, that would have never happened. I would have never experienced the joy of mexican night out in Rocky Point, never had the pleasure of The Disaster and his lovely fiancee, never have enjoyed watching the girls run in circles with a gigantic stuffed dog, never watched Olivia hang herself on the towel hanger and fly through the air on the ice as we left, never enjoyed the smiles on their faces as they waved out the front door as we left (completely reminding me of visiting family members in MI), never realized just how far he traveled to serve students the last two years, and never experienced the joy I did yesterday. Thank you Natural Disaster and fiancee. Thank you for the smiles and memories.

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Charlotte Kelly said…
twas fun. Not sure we will get invited back with our two spaz offspring....but....good times....good peeps...
February 24, 2011 at 10:18 PM
Romantic Dinner said…
Interesting details shared in recently post and nice your thought , i like it
March 1, 2011 at 3:38 AM
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