Monday, March 14, 2011

A year ago friends, Cassandra and Jeanette decided that they’d had enough of Paris and wanted to move to the country, Provence to be specific. They and C’s daughter Louise love their house with the gardens and hiking trails through the woods, but they miss their Parisian friends terribly. Social media can’t replace a hug and the sight and sound of friends in the same room. So they invited a group of us down for a weekend.

Friday afternoon a small caravan of four cars with fifteen people plus four dogs, Wags included, left Paris for the Provence and arrived well after midnight at the small stone house with a separate guest cottage. Hugs and kisses followed but soon we spread our sleeping bags and faded off to dreamland.

Morning brought good natured chaos as we tried to figure our morning routines and the how to operate the temporary showers that they had rented. The dogs were turned out and the six of them, our four and C&J’s two beagles romped. The beagles picked up a scent and off they went with the rest at their heels, after a bit three of them returned but not the beagles and Wags. C&J and most emphatically Louise, told me not to worry that they’d come back when they were ready and sure enough about three hours later the trio were at a pail drinking. Wags’ fur was so full of burrs and briars that I needed to cut many of them out and when I finished he looked like a mangy mutt rather than a pampered pooch that he is.

Louise was sent off to friends for the night and the party was on. There was lots of food and wine, to die for desserts and every reason to eat and keep eating. Later in the evening the ever popular penis shaped bong made its appearance, to the usual giggles that were enhanced by inhalation of the contents of the smoldering bowl. As the evening wore on the loud dance music gave way to quiet jazz with the lights turned way down. Couples of convenience were formed and a more-some or two. Soon it was quiet except for the occasional moan and rustle of bodies moving. A loud gasp, elicited a satiric comment and laughter, then more quiet. It was like being in college again, if only for an evening.

Kim

2 Comments:

Anonymous VJ said...

Always the happy but inevitable result of partaking of the penis bong! Sounds swell. Cheers, 'VJ'

3:37 AM  
Blogger Kold_Kadavr_flatliner said...

God blessa youse -Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL

1:55 AM  

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