Welp, after five years of Saturday suppers, things have kinda settled into a pattern…
Other than the number of folks that show up, which varies between ten and twenty-three (that was the most we ever had)…
The menu varies week to week, depending on who’s cooking, so we get everything from fancy to pizza. Last night was chili, courtesy of Ian.
But the one thing that has settled into a pattern, is the table split. The girls have abandoned us and taken over the small table. And we’re not invited… LOL
Of course this leads to wildly divergent conversations over supper, while the girls are discussing various girl things, we usually talk about the doofus of the day/week or some other case/happening that caught our attention. Last night we varied between the kid that ran over the baby and mother with the car who got months in LA being gunned down by ‘unknown’ persons, Darwins, to guns, cars, and, and… LOL
When we move back into the kitchen/den for dessert is when the conversations really get nuts, as two or three different conversations may be going simultaneously, or everybody jumps on ONE conversation. Last night it was writers, publishers, bands, shows, and discussions of various artists doing strange things, and cars, and more guns, with pretty much everybody chiming in.
As usual, there were chapters of WIPs exchanged, commented on, and edits made. This is one of the best things, as far as I’m concerned, because the feedback is honest, pointed, and sometimes pretty funny. To whit, “What in the hell were you trying to do here? Oh really? Well, you missed by a mile. Did you think about…” Or, “Well, maybe YOU knew what you meant but I don’t…”