Last weekend I noted my neighbor Katy’s ability to handle a situation. That all worked out fine and dandy, and it was sort of fun to hang out in an environment that I remember, but hardly frequent anymore.
So last night (Friday), things start crankin’ again downstairs. No problem; I’ve got a raging sinus infection and drugs from my doctor - I’m just going to hibernate and let the kids do what they want. I do notice once again that they’re playing the same music I heard when I was in college (Carly Simon is popular now?).
About 9:00 I decide I’ll run up to the corner gas station and cop a couple of Foster’s to slug down as my night time cold medicine, and while there, I remember that my unanticipated participation in last week’s revelry undoubtedly shrank someone’s beer stash. So I play the beer fairy and leave a six of Bud Light at her doorway on my return. Nobody’s around, but I figure the traffic is high enough that the six-pack will be escorted to its mission zone soon enough.
Around 10:00, as I’m thinking about nosing over into the pillows, suddenly, there’s a **Bam!***Bam!***Bam!***Bam!**Bam! at my gate. I go out and discover that it’s Katy.
She wants me to come downstairs and join 'em. I protest that I’m really rather sick and offer up that, since it’s a weekend, it’s fine with me if they blow it out until some other neighbor calls the heat.
She won’t take “No” for an answer (remember that I’ve predicted that Katy will do well in life), so I tell her I’ll get my keys and come down for one beer. She waits for me at the gate and escorts me in.
Once again, everyone is friendly to a degree that almost alarms me. When did I become so popular? By now these are second or third meetings with some, so I’ve now acquired a whole bunch of new friends who are about 30 years younger than me.
Multiple discussions ensue, and it becomes apparent that, as the only representative of the Atheist Right in attendance, I’m easily the most conservative there.
Discussions remain friendly (this is a Catholic university that they all attend) and we move on.
I danced with every woman who danced. The songs remained the same.
I’m a little confused about why this group of people is so actively engaging me. Something just doesn’t add up with a group of obviously intelligent 18 and 19 year olds wanting to buddy up with a 49 year old.
It is fun, though.
Surf’s up!
