OLD OLD FRIENDS
There are
friends you have known for a long time; old friends. There are friends who are old. Then there are friends who are old that have
been friends for a long time; old, old friends.
This weekend
I spent a lot of time with old, old friends.
Joe B from Pa, and Captain Don (formally known as Squeak) from up the
road in NJ. We played golf on
Friday. Joe B is retired so there was no
problem, Captain Don works for himself and his boss is a prick so he could only
get a half day off. Still it was a good
day, unless you factor in the golf. We
may not have played very well.
Don is
pretty good, but he doesn’t get to play often, it’s that prick boss thing
again. I’m trying to play at a level of
a much younger Crank before I had children, I’m not there yet. Joe B plays a lot. He doesn’t hit the ball a long way, but he is
never in trouble, plays smart, and is terrific around the green. He is good, though on Friday, not so much.
Cranky and Joe B back when Captain Don flew to the golf course Captain Don was behind the camera...this was before selfies. |
We managed
to play 14 holes when the call of a vodka tonic and a dip in Don’s pool was
more tempting than four more holes of golf in the hot humid sun.
There may
have been more than one vodka involved.
The day
ended with dinner out with wives at a very nice restaurant.
Good food,
good people, good times.
Saturday everyone
was invited to Casa Del Cranky. The old,
old friends left to play golf again, the relatively new friend wives stayed
home. Apparently they had a choice of a
day at the townhome association pool dodging kids playing that annoying “Marco
Polo” game or going shopping at a nearby outlet store.
Shopping
won.
The old, old
friends managed to get in all 18 holes of golf and returned for
refreshments. Captain Don and Cranky
played better than the day before, Joe B was more than better, he was damn good.
The wives
were not yet home. When they did return
we were cooled off and well lubricated.
The women returned with leather goods from some place called Coach.
The
lubrication softened the blow of the leather goods, though apparently there was
much money “saved.”
Grilled
food, wine, and a lot of laughter followed.
Old, old friends shared old and some new stories. New friend wives shared stories of the old,
old friends that the old, old friends may have preferred remained unspoken.
All in all,
it was a great weekend of golf, drink, food and laughs.
Old friends
are great. Friends that are old are
good. Old, old friends are the best.
Old, old friends are definitely the best. Happy to hear that all friends had a great time, on and off the course.
ReplyDeleteFaced with the prospect of Marco Polo I'd go shopping too.
ReplyDeleteAn ideal weekend for all concerned. Old, old friends are definitely the best.
ReplyDeleteThat's the kind of weekend that refreshes you for the week ahead!
ReplyDeleteLOL....yes, much money is saved at a Coach outlet store!
ReplyDeletei am envious. my older old friends live 1100 miles away (or more)
ReplyDeleteI agree! I love saving money. As for that pool game that kids are so fond of,
ReplyDeleteBilly Collins said it best: http://allbirdssing.blogspot.com/2012/06/hangover-billy-collins.html
Sounds like a great weekend to me Joe. I can tell you thought so too. It was the vodka.
ReplyDeleteHave a fabulous day. ☺
Our oldest, best friends live in Sacramento and we don't get to see them very often. But soon we'll all be retired so hopefully we'll see each other more. often.
ReplyDeleteI moved a lot so I don't have many old, old friends but those I do have I hang on to tenaciously. Thank goodness for the Internet. What a great week end you all had--even the wives. Can't ask for more than that.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds wonderful!!
ReplyDeleteOld, old friends = good, good times!
ReplyDeleteTwo people alive knew me without a beard, one lives down the block, the other I haven't talked to in decades. Yes, knowing someone who 'knows' you is a valuable thing.
ReplyDeleteNice post, Joeh
Mike
Yessir, you got it, Joe. And the vodka eases any tension there may be over the results of that golf fame. Or exacerbates it. (How 'bout that big word!)
ReplyDeleteQuite obviously I meant "golf game". Maybe the vodka has another effect, too. Guess I'd better have another.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the OOFs got what they wanted, and the NFWs also got what they wanted. Who could ask for anything more?
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