Often on my daily hike, I run into my neighbor walking her
dog, and we talk about how I should hike to her place for cocktails some
evening. But the weeks seem to slip by so fast these days…
Finally last week we managed to get together in her darling little home for martinis and a feast of watermelon, sardines, and crackers. I’d already had an exciting day at the laundromat where I learned that one of the laundromat employees had been a world champion saw player...
I show up to the party on time, which is kind of unusual for
me, and which starts the evening off with a wonderfully strange vibe...
…and I’m very excited to see the giant loom in her parlor. Because where there’s a loom, there’s a story.
So I’m standing there in her living room with another cocktail
party guest while my neighbor is in the kitchen making the martinis, and there’s
this fantastic jazz program coming in on the radio. The music is good, and
I say to my neighbor in the kitchen, “What station is this?”
“KHUM,” she says. “Listen for a minute.”
And I do and it’s wonderful and when the song’s over, the DJ
says, “This is Larry on KHUM’s Tuesday Cocktail Hour. It’s always been a dream
of mine for people to get together and to actually have a cocktail party during
the cocktail hour show.”
“What a nice thought,” I say to the other party guest.
Then the DJ says, “I like to think that out on the Mendocino
Coast somewhere, folks are enjoying a lovely drink while they listen to me play
some jazz.”
“What do you know?” I say. Weird, is what I'm thinking.
Then the DJ says, “Maybe at this very moment, there’s a group
of people - say, in Fort Bragg - listening to the KHUM Cocktail Hour while they
have martinis.”
And then I say, “HEY! We’re in Fort Bragg and we’re having martinis!!” By now, I'm beginning to feel like I've stepped into another dimension.
And then the DJ says, “In fact, I have it on good authority
that somewhere out there, on some little road off of Simpson Lane in Fort Bragg,
there’s a group of people listening to me play jazz while they drink
martinis. It took them a while to get together, I hear, but better late than
never. Have fun, folks!”
“HEY!!”
Then my neighbor walks in and hands out the martinis wearing
a huge grin as I dance around and hoot with laughter.
I love small towns!
And surreal cocktail parties.
Thanks, neighbor!!
Ruined another one I see.
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ReplyDeleteRuined it up good.
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I can't tell you how happy I was to imagine people enjoying a cocktail party while listing to the Cocktail Hour. Beta rocks!
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Larry!! LOVE your show. Thank you so much for the shoutout. And you're right - Beta rocks!!
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