A warm spring evening replete with apricot sky and an outdoor graduation party. We assembled a decadent potluck dinner, played horseshoes, visited with friends and strangers, and ate hedonistically (like the epicureans we all are, deep down). A blue heron flew over us, and we launched Adam and several of his buddies into post college life. Adam is a man of real southern charm and manners, a warm and sweet friend, the only guy I personally know to moonlight as an exotic dancer. He can have Southern Comfort Chocolate Pecan Cake from me any time he asks, as he did on this particular occasion.
No comments:
Post a Comment