Last night, Cyn, Sue, and I had plans to go to the Blue Goose, to dance and have fun with our favorite band, The Regular Boys.
During the week, Cyn was talking to her friend "Biker Bob" and since he lives within a few miles from the Goose, she invited him up.
Sue, works with "Gay Ted" who lives within, as he says, "crawling distance" of the Goose and knows what fun and crazy times we have, so he too said he'd stop in.
My friend Don, the yacht broker, lives, works, and plays on the water in that area. He knows we go there at least once a month and during the week, I told him we'd be there. He said he'd show up also.
When I picked Cyn up, she said Biker Bob called, he left for warmer weather at the last minute that morning.
Once we were at the Goose, Yacht Man Don called in sick. It's not high school Don ... what? Are you hoping I'll send you to the principal for a paddling! *wink* (Don reads this blog)
Gay Ted? He must have got a better offer than to spend the evening dancing with 3 wild and crazy over 50 women because he never showed or called!
... and we had a blast!
The muscles in my legs hurt from our night of nonstop dancing.