Connecting with Old (old) Friends

Friday evening, Frank and I took ourselves off to meet some of my old elementary school friends.  We arrived at the Brasserie in Pt. Claire just after 6 and dove into a large pitcher of beer.  We waited and waited, talking about the renovation work ahead of us and how Frank was going to proceed.

Then Peter appeared.  Since grade 3, Peter was always around, right up until we finished high school.  Lost track after that, so at some point a few years back, he found me on FB and we have communicated on that medium since then.  He was the one who had arranged the get together with us and 2 other guys we both went to school with back in the day.  I had also connected with Jeff and Jack, who I was in grad one with, on FB as well. The other guys drifted in after that.

Anyway, Jack was on a weekend away from his wife with a good friend. Jeff too came alone. So I was the only woman at the table with 6 men. Jack had brought along a friend he does guy stuff with, he (Ben) is a lovely man with lots of amazing stories. I loved it.  We ordered dinner and more beer. Lots of jibber-jabber and laughing about the olden days. (ha)

At one point Peter turns to me and asks if I know of any dead people we both could have known.  I usually do not peruse the obits so I was at a loss to fill him in on any dearly departed that were in our old Alma Mater.  I think he came up with more names much to my surprise.

Frank did not feel ill at ease.  He loves to meet new people and has never been called shy or retiring.  We all know how he can talk.  He was pretty good at listening too and I was pleased. We left the gang at about 10 and got home just before 11.

I had a great time with a bunch of very funny and fun guys.  I do hope the next time we reassemble, it is with their significant others. I will need to find some of my old gal friends to get together with too.  This time they could not make it but it WILL happen.

All this fun and I had a slightly black eye.  The light was dim and my makeup covered most of it up.  Something Frank did not tell me about my glasses that flew off when I fell was, one of the lenses had come loose.  Well, at some point during the evening it must have fallen out and I failed to notice it.  I thought it was the beer making the world seem a tad askew.  I did notice it on Saturday morning. Thankfully, I had a back up pair of reading glasses in my prescription strength to use and those are what I am using now.  So off to the optometrist/ophthalmologist  this week at some point.

The sun is coming out and the day is looking like a hum-dinger.

Oh, reason for renovations: pipe on the main floor sprang a leak last Tuesday while both of us were out.  Insurance called and men arrived with de-humidifiers and industrial blowers to dry up the floors and walls.  They did make two holes, one in the bedroom and one in the bathroom to assess the damage done to the sub-floor. And lone and behold - black mold seemed to be lurking and growing. We have moved up to the guest room and plan on switching out the king sized bed downstairs with the queen we are now sleeping in till the work on the plumbing, flooring can begin. Long term, we will be making the upstairs bed room our master.  The one downstairs will be the dressing/guest room.

Well, that's all for now.  I have some bread baking to do.  Keep dancing!