Laughter at the B and B

So this weekend, Villa Wifey was a Bed and Breakfast (and lunch, too). Wifey's best college friend Elizabeth came to town from Orlando, to attend an annual cousin's get together arranged and paid for by a New Jersey relative, and Edna flew in from Atlanta to continue the thankless and arduous task of dealing with her failing parents. Saturday, D1 stopped by to see the new rescue dog Bo -- adorable little guy, accompanied by roommie Lauren. D1's dear and smartest of all friends Hannah, in from Palo Alto, stopped by as well. And then Dr. Eric called. He and Dana were at MIA getting their Global Access passes, and were we free for lunch? We were... So D1 called in an order to the Cheese Course while Wifey hastily set the dining room table, and soon we were all gathered, meeting and talking, and laughing. Elizabeth had stepped out for some errands, to return later. I wish for her much more laughter... Anyway, we caught up with Hannah, who has decided to follow her parents' path and attend med school. She graduated Stanford with bachelor's and master's degrees, and wants to be a pediatrician. I plan to sacrifice her to the gods of child care, whose high priest is Dr. Barry...If Hannah comes back East, I have no doubt Barry will become a mentor... Lauren filled us in on the world of media purchasing in the advertising field, and said the privileged Spaniel Mads is an able assistant. Her company is dog friendly, and Lauren has been taking Mads to work in the Grove with her. We all find this almost painfully cute. D1 and her pals left, and the remainder of we old folks went to the library, where I poured Edna and myself some whiskey. The 2 fingers' worth got Edna giddy, and soon Eric, Dana, Edna, Wifey and I were telling stories and enjoying belly laughs. We've all known each other so long, and the memory list is exquisitely long, and we have a deep lake of material to draw upon. The last several Falls, Eric and Dana and Edna and Marc and Wifey and I have taken trips together, and enjoyed each other's company immensely. We're talking about Asheville this Fall, with Oregon a dark horse. Unfortunately, Wifey's bad back's ugly head is rearing aggressively, so we're on hold. I asked Edna is she had any single friends, and in her Scotch haze she thought I was being serious, and started rattling off a list of ladies -- only to realize when Wifey smirked than I was teasing about a substitute for Wifey.... More laughter. This am, I brewed fresh coffee, and put soft jazz on the front porch speakers. The strange rescue dog Vienna and cute little guy Bo are sunbathing, and Edna and Elizabeth are catching up. Wifey is out for a back-helping walk. The E ladies pronounced me a fine innkeeper. Maybe someday I can have that gig for real...