That is so gay, dude.

Friday morning pretty bright and pretty early a sassy red head showed up on my doorstep for her Aunt Shanie weekend. We painted, we walked, we met people and we had a dinner party.That was Friday. Saturday we walked to the Fischer's and got fresh eggs and went to the park again. With big plans to go fishing in the afternoon.

I invited Nick for our ritual Friday dinner and then also invited my friends Shannon and Mario. With Miss O in residence it would be a full house. I planned my menu: Sirloin burgers with fresh Havarti on Cle Elum Bakery buns, Kielbasa with Morels and Basmati Rice. Fresh salad from the garden and from the vines at the 'pumpkin house' picked raspberries and strawberries to eat with the Almond Gateau Breton.

The night before Nick was over and as we stood in the dark on the front porch. I told him that Mario and Shannon were gay and coming for dinner. He started laughing and telling me a story that had me laughing into the dark summer night. Earlier in the day he had been telling his friends that he had a 'Cleopatra bath' and that they needed to feel his skin it was so smooth and soft.
        They looked at him and said "what are you gay now?"
        He said "does that make me gay?"
        "Yes dude that is gay, especially if you are asking us to feel and smell your skin."
        "I dont think I'm gay. Does it make me gay?" As he says this to me he pushes back from the porch and glances down at his package covered by his pants. "I'm pretty sure I wasn't gay last night." Then with a twinkle in his green eyes, he says "It really worked though my skin is so smooth and soft." Chuckling he glances over at me. "But they told me, It's gay dude."

Laughing hard, "I say, "I can't really believe you are going around admitting to taking a bath like that in this town. I'm kind of hoping you mentioned that I was in the bath with you. Makes it not seem so gay."
 
He had me laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes and I'm not really doing the story justice but since he was late to dinner Friday I told Shannon and Mario the story. They laughed and asked does he not want to meet us? Is that why he is late, Oh no, I said he will be here and when he got there, they really liked him. Guy Shannon can be hard to impress and even said at one point. "He is so not your type and I like him." We drank an outrageously expensive bottle of whiskey that is the best I have ever tasted, laughed and talked in the hot night.

Mario and Shannon also brought me four bottles of Wicked a carbonated Vodka drink from the British Isles. Tastes like a blue raspberry popsickle and it has been years since I have had it. Just as good in the U.S. as in Dublin. Maybe ironic the last time I had it was in Ireland with Shannon and my Irish man (whom he did not like.)

We took Miss O up to Cooper Lake to fish and canoe. She had never fished before and was not fond of canoeing. But that charming smile and kindness of Nicks won her over and she had a blast. We rowed to the end of the lake to where the Cooper River feeds into the lake and it was so shallow and refreshing in the hot summer sun that we had to get out and play on the island.

After fishing we headed back to town and stopped by the lake for the sunset. Miss O and I made a sand castle and then headed home to a movie in bed. The wrong one fell asleep, she woke me to say my phone was ringing.