As it happened, friends Natalie and Scott, of the
No-Dead-Weight Irregulars geocaching team, were both
available for a day of geocaching (an all-too-rare event these days), so we
met in Winston-Salem yesterday morning, hiked and drove, and drove and hiked,
and found a good many caches. Then we split up and I buzzed over to
Kernersville to Terry & Beth's place. It wasn't long before our dinner
gathering was complete, and out came the wine.
So, so much wine, including several of the bottles that we brought back from
our Pacific Northwest/Alaska trip back in the fall.
Beth's dinner, as always, rocked rockets. Onion tarts, ham & cheese
sliders, BBQ chicken sliders, veggies, cheeses, and other small plate fare,
plus eclairs and chocolate for dessert. Much later in the evening, we went out
among the natives to gawk at the neighborhood's impressive Christmas
decorations. It wasn't really a caroling outing, but some in the area
might mention that they heard somebody belting out the happy strains of
"Timothy," by the Buoys (1971), which is easily the best song about
cannibalism ever to hit the American Top 40. Okay, it may not be a Christmas
carol, but it's kind of about feasting and celebrating, and we
were starting to get hungry again.
