Since it was rather cold tonight and Mom had a bathroom injury (it helps if you sit on the potty rather than in the general vicinity; missing make your back hurt) we’d decided to stay in tonight.
We were finishing up dinner and there came a knock on the door…followed by another…followed by another. At some point we ended up with nine people crammed in this little trailer, all popping off from the Florida-style heat (80F+), so it was decided that we were all going down to the bar/dance. And we did, hand-in-hand, serpentine.
You can’t get better friends than this.