LIKE TAKING CANDY FROM A BABY
Sunday February 18, 2007
I remember it like it was yesterday, oh yeah, it was yesterday. Diane and I motored on down to the Happy Harper Homestead for a 20 year rematch of Trivial Pursuit not to mention a magnificent dinner. As we entered the Homestead the first thing one encountered was the amiable and entertaining company. After the obligatory hellos were said one’s eyes became transfixed on the coffee table which held a multitude of delicious delights. So much to eat that Lady Di didn’t have room for her Balls.
The was much discussion about the make of teams and The Others allowed us one member, so in our wisdom we chose Carrie. Let the minutes reflect the Winner’s had four members and The Others had seven. We were not
discouraged or worried, we just pressed onward and upward.
I would also like to reflect that Paulie seems to have board memorized. When she is rolling the dice, she jumps the thingy so fast around the board it would take superman’s x-ray vision to keep up. She just bangs that thingy like crazy and if she isn’t landing on the pie she is landing on ‘roll again’. And Cousin’t Rhonda begins every question with “Oh no, this is the easiest question I ever saw, how come you guys get all the easy ones.” Well after a set up like that, we are doomed.
I am still haunted about the Jane misses. Jane Mansfield and Jane Wyman. Spent the night thinking about those two dolls. I recall the question: What is the shortest verse in the Bible and our Keith answered, Jesus wept. Now I ask you this, he knew the answer right away but was trying to remember the verse and chapter number. What a guy! I almost wept.
The Others took so long in answering that Keith would ask Carrie and I the remaining questions on the card and we would have answered five to their one. God we are good. The Others also spent so much time second guessing themselves they often didn’t listen to each other. Poor Jeanne kept yelling The Green Berets, but they wouldn’t listen to her. Doug knew that Frank Sinatra made his come back in From Her to Eternity but his team talked him into Ocean’s Eleven. Of course these two are newbie’s on The Others team and haven’t mastered the art of yelling and stating the answer with conviction. You have been tough with this group.
The Likely’s were missed and we raised a glass to the Birthday Boy, David. We are all wondering where David stores his purchases from the Trailer Park. David is now an official Trailer Park Boy and we figure he will have to rent a U-hall to get home from Florida. We will also do lunch next week in honor of Carole entering into her Sixty First Year. Well Carole 60 is the new 40 and if you believe that, have I got some land to sell you.
Carole Anne and Janet D were also missed and of course we had to raise two more glasses to toast these great gals. Hopefully when we meet again for another rousing and hilarious game of Trivia the will both be in attendance.
Before the game was won by The Winner’s, Steve and Janet told us supper was ready. What a feast. It was scrumptious. We had pork with stuffing and roasted potatoes and parsnips and that was accompanied by stir fried veggies. YUM! The ambiance of the dinning room was soft and mellow as the candles flickered and conversation was stimulating. The wine flowed and then came the piece d’ resistance, bread pudding if you don’t mind. If the pudding wasn’t to your liking then you were offered cake, ice cream topped off with raspberries. Please I can’t stand it.
We rolled back out to the living room to finish the marathon game of Trivia. I hate to say I told you so, but what the hell, I told you so. The Winner’s took the game in no time flat. Rumblings could be heard, by The Others, always a little sour after losing. Lordy, you’d think they be used to it by now.
Time to pack it up and head for the great lights of Charlottetown. Of behalf of all The Gang, a huge thanks to Janet and Steve. A night of great food, company, and many laughs is just what the doctor ordered.
Until next time,
Scoop Storey.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
The Minutes
THE GOOFS (Group of Old Friends)
First Meet of 2008
PigAulds
I motored to the PigAuld Estate with my old friend of fifty-seven years, Janet (Gigot, Mickey Mouse) Macdonald Harper in the Year of our Lord, 2008. The gods favored the Goofs on this day as the sun sprayed rays of warmth and light on all who came to Homestead. When we arrived the party was in full-swing. Old friends were seated in a semi-circle and greetings were bestowed upon Janet and I as we took our seats and cracked open a cold brew.
All the regulars were in attendance and our friends ‘from away’ were also there. Barbie Jiggs is home from Toronto, Barbie Wellner Holt is now residing on our Isle, and part-time residents from 'out west' Lynnie and Alan, The Beaver, Rogerson were enjoying the festivities. My what a motley crew.
Carole Likely took over the role as the Goofs photographer for the evening and she was shooting up like Annie Leibovitz and Anne Getties rolled into one. We smiled; we posed, as she took candid and not so candid photos of the party.
The food flowed almost as fast and furious as the booze. Lynnie make little roll-ups that went down slicker than a slimy oyster and Barbie H was not to be outdone as we tasted her delicious dip with oh so fancy crackers. We discovered that we can purchase said Grissole crackers at the Superstore but the dip is an old family secret dating back to the 17th Century, not!
The macho men of the evening played around Keith’s big equipment, machines that is!! The mussels were simmering on the outdoor cooker, the Tim-The-Tool-Man BBQ was lighted as the 'boys' watched in awe. There were enough shrimp to restock the Bay of Fundy and before long the tray was empty.
Joni appeared through the glass sliding doors, which some people had great trouble with, holding a large bucket of frozen cosmopolitans. Oh yes, Annie ran up those stairs, bad knee limping with her, to get some of that frozen refreshment. Yummy in the tummy!!!! Just what I need, more liquor. Yes I do!! Wow that pink drink was not freshie kids.
Soon the aroma of beef on the barbie was expelling a delightful ambrosia around the yard and even though we had eaten a million and one munchies and were stuffed, it was time to belly up to the trough, I mean table. My eyes could not take in all the food arranged on the counter as it seemed to go on for miles. Steak, did I say steak, why it filled two large trays. Yummy!! Stuffed potatoes, mustard pickles and more salads than the salad bar at Fisherman's Wharf.
My plate was pilled high as I headed to the den to enjoy this culinary delight. I suppose I should have a glass of wine with my meal. Sure, why not? Did I need another drink? Of course not but soon I was behind the bar opening my wine. It took a few trys, but finally my favorite Cousin't Rhonda popped 'er open. With my wine in one hand and the fork in the other I was ready to plow through my tasty meal. Full, did I mention FULL. I can't move, well just enough to finish another glass of wine.
After we all burped and loosened our belts, it was time to celebrate Joni's birthday. Carole Anne belted out a few tunes as Diane pretend she knew what she was doing as she tried, unsuccessfully, to accompany CA. Presents and cards appeared and Joni smiled like a kid. I'd say it must have been damn hard for Diane to party with The Coors Man. She has had that man hidden for over 14 years. I mean really, how long can you pull that fellows neck and watch his little thingy pop out. A walking cane from Florida was a big hit with the birthday girl. I man how many cans come with their own horns, not too mention a rear view mirror.
Next comes cake and ice cream. Just prior to their appearance I asked Keith if he remembered to get Joni a cake. He laughed and replied, “Of course, Joni had it written on the grocery list.” Now is anyone surprised?
What a glorious start to the Summer Season of the Goofs. It seems that all are ready to rock and roll.
First Meet of 2008
PigAulds
I motored to the PigAuld Estate with my old friend of fifty-seven years, Janet (Gigot, Mickey Mouse) Macdonald Harper in the Year of our Lord, 2008. The gods favored the Goofs on this day as the sun sprayed rays of warmth and light on all who came to Homestead. When we arrived the party was in full-swing. Old friends were seated in a semi-circle and greetings were bestowed upon Janet and I as we took our seats and cracked open a cold brew.
All the regulars were in attendance and our friends ‘from away’ were also there. Barbie Jiggs is home from Toronto, Barbie Wellner Holt is now residing on our Isle, and part-time residents from 'out west' Lynnie and Alan, The Beaver, Rogerson were enjoying the festivities. My what a motley crew.
Carole Likely took over the role as the Goofs photographer for the evening and she was shooting up like Annie Leibovitz and Anne Getties rolled into one. We smiled; we posed, as she took candid and not so candid photos of the party.
The food flowed almost as fast and furious as the booze. Lynnie make little roll-ups that went down slicker than a slimy oyster and Barbie H was not to be outdone as we tasted her delicious dip with oh so fancy crackers. We discovered that we can purchase said Grissole crackers at the Superstore but the dip is an old family secret dating back to the 17th Century, not!
The macho men of the evening played around Keith’s big equipment, machines that is!! The mussels were simmering on the outdoor cooker, the Tim-The-Tool-Man BBQ was lighted as the 'boys' watched in awe. There were enough shrimp to restock the Bay of Fundy and before long the tray was empty.
Joni appeared through the glass sliding doors, which some people had great trouble with, holding a large bucket of frozen cosmopolitans. Oh yes, Annie ran up those stairs, bad knee limping with her, to get some of that frozen refreshment. Yummy in the tummy!!!! Just what I need, more liquor. Yes I do!! Wow that pink drink was not freshie kids.
Soon the aroma of beef on the barbie was expelling a delightful ambrosia around the yard and even though we had eaten a million and one munchies and were stuffed, it was time to belly up to the trough, I mean table. My eyes could not take in all the food arranged on the counter as it seemed to go on for miles. Steak, did I say steak, why it filled two large trays. Yummy!! Stuffed potatoes, mustard pickles and more salads than the salad bar at Fisherman's Wharf.
My plate was pilled high as I headed to the den to enjoy this culinary delight. I suppose I should have a glass of wine with my meal. Sure, why not? Did I need another drink? Of course not but soon I was behind the bar opening my wine. It took a few trys, but finally my favorite Cousin't Rhonda popped 'er open. With my wine in one hand and the fork in the other I was ready to plow through my tasty meal. Full, did I mention FULL. I can't move, well just enough to finish another glass of wine.
After we all burped and loosened our belts, it was time to celebrate Joni's birthday. Carole Anne belted out a few tunes as Diane pretend she knew what she was doing as she tried, unsuccessfully, to accompany CA. Presents and cards appeared and Joni smiled like a kid. I'd say it must have been damn hard for Diane to party with The Coors Man. She has had that man hidden for over 14 years. I mean really, how long can you pull that fellows neck and watch his little thingy pop out. A walking cane from Florida was a big hit with the birthday girl. I man how many cans come with their own horns, not too mention a rear view mirror.
Next comes cake and ice cream. Just prior to their appearance I asked Keith if he remembered to get Joni a cake. He laughed and replied, “Of course, Joni had it written on the grocery list.” Now is anyone surprised?
What a glorious start to the Summer Season of the Goofs. It seems that all are ready to rock and roll.
The Minutes
Minutes: Anne and Diane hit Quebec
Anne, I think I going to just use my instincts, my intuition.
Oh Great. Lost again.
Getting up, in a word, Freezing. We were close to Edmonston NB = minus one degree….Burr its cold kids.
Leaving Charlottetown is a breeze. Off to New Brunswick and to Quebec. No Problem
Get to Hotel, Comfort Inn. Very nice but no BAR. No booze did we bring. The staff told us to go to the Service Station. Hah. We did get a beer. Well, you would not believe it. The men were dirty, longhair and Diane watched the men coming out of the washroom zipping up. If they had of been cute okay, but they were bad and no buns to boot.
Off to bed and right to sleep. One thirty and the snoring began. It was BAD. Not me, it was Diane. Until three in the am. Then she jumps up at six for a smoke. Downstairs she trots. Well the night is over. Then the cold. Freezing. Frost and it is still August.
Breakfast at the hotel and then off to find Kirk in Quebec City. We had the map, what could go wrong. Not too much, a few wrong turns and finally we were there. We had a viewing of Kirk and Fabiene’s home, said hello to Jake (Mastiff Dog about 100 pounds) and we were off once more. We found a mall and had a bite and then headed for Isle d’ Orleans. Found the Room and Board home, which is something else. The floors are Marble. Then there are the rules of the bloody house.
First, take off your shoes before coming in on the Marble Floors. Okay, we can live with that. Up to the Room, nice but no TV, no internet without paying ten bucks, get real no way, and the rules go on.
Please remove the bedspread before lying on the bed.
Do not, I repeat, do use massage oils on yourself they ruin our sheets.
Do not smoke or light candles for safety reasons.
Please use a soft voice and close door gently.
Please use the shower before 11 pm for everyone’s peace of mind.
Do not run water needless we are not linked to the water system.
Enjoy your stay.
Park in a straight line.
Don’t fart in Hall.
Dinner was wonderful. We ate at Moulin St. Laurent.
Wedding Saturday at three. Have to be dressed and our before ll. We plan to go to a vineyard. Sample many wines at noon. May pick up some cheese and bread.
Tonight we felt like a drink. However, could not find a pub. Therefore, we went to the grocery store, brought four Caesars, went to the yacht club parking lot, and drank in the car. Takes me back a few years, quite a few years.
Today the highlight was St. Anne Beaupre; we were healed, and have the pictures to prove it. Diane and I are both walking with a little lilt to our step. It might not be permanent, but the purchase of the rosaries might be the reason. Oh yeah, it could also be the booze.
We also paid sixteen dollars to go to the Cinerama of Jerusalem and I may no longer be a Buddhist. I may convert to Islam. In addition, I still did not buy the binoculars’. You had to be there. Diane continues to be atheists.
Diane had to pump her own gas and clean her own windows and put air in her tires. Word is out that the Irving’s are looking to hook her up.
Well Renee` (B& B Proprietor) redeemed herself this morning with a three-course breakfast. The presentation was wonderful, all foods came from the Island, and the table was set with a formal yet elegant flare. Fresh raspberries and pear with freshly squeezed apple juice. Next, was a fresh croissant with an egg dish, and then came the freshly heated apple muffin topped with whipped cream with chocolate dripping on the plate. Lots of hot coffee and Diane and Anne were in heaven.
Diane was up and out driving around the island this morning at 6 am. She was stopping at various places trying to get a coffee. Oops, we forgot to change our watches. My God gang she was out at 5. Hahahahah. Aren’t we smart.
We now have to dress for the wedding at 9:30 because we have to check out of the B&B and Renee` does not want us coming back to change. Can you believe it?
Okay news flash. After being silly at Saint Anne d’Beaupre, ` my leg and knee kept me up all night. So I may have to go back and beg forgiveness on bended knee. I notice Diane isn’t jumping around too much either so she may have to come back with me.
We did a tour of the Island this morning and then Diane had me at the church over an hour early. I thought I was prompt. Finally, it was time for the wedding to begin. Well the Bride was too beautiful for words and the groom was handsome. The wedding was just lovely and soon it was time for Diane and Anne to head to the Chateau Frontenac. We were so damn proud that we were able to get to the hotel in great time. We drove up to the entrance and Diane announced to Anne. “Oh my God I think I booked our reservations at the Chateau Laurie.”
“What the hell are you talking about” I asked.
“I meant to make them here but for some reason I think I booked at the wrong hotel.”
“Where the hell is the Laurier, I cried.
“I have no idea” she replied.
“Shit” was my reply.
In goes Diane to the Frontenac and after a short while, she comes out and announces all is well. The Frontenac cancelled the Laurier and we got a great room. Whew.
Diane headed off to the reception and I headed off to old Quebec. Getting down was a snap and getting back up was a killer.
Anyone talking to Barbie tell her I ate at the little Bistro across from the Frontenac. She will remember it well.
Now I am back with my Frontenac Bathrobe on, have rum and coke, typing this note and watching TV. In case you haven’t noticed, I am very multi talented.
Diane is still at the reception, I’m enjoying myself, and we will see you all later.
Please accept these minutes as read and if there are any error or emission, to hell with it.
Anne, I think I going to just use my instincts, my intuition.
Oh Great. Lost again.
Getting up, in a word, Freezing. We were close to Edmonston NB = minus one degree….Burr its cold kids.
Leaving Charlottetown is a breeze. Off to New Brunswick and to Quebec. No Problem
Get to Hotel, Comfort Inn. Very nice but no BAR. No booze did we bring. The staff told us to go to the Service Station. Hah. We did get a beer. Well, you would not believe it. The men were dirty, longhair and Diane watched the men coming out of the washroom zipping up. If they had of been cute okay, but they were bad and no buns to boot.
Off to bed and right to sleep. One thirty and the snoring began. It was BAD. Not me, it was Diane. Until three in the am. Then she jumps up at six for a smoke. Downstairs she trots. Well the night is over. Then the cold. Freezing. Frost and it is still August.
Breakfast at the hotel and then off to find Kirk in Quebec City. We had the map, what could go wrong. Not too much, a few wrong turns and finally we were there. We had a viewing of Kirk and Fabiene’s home, said hello to Jake (Mastiff Dog about 100 pounds) and we were off once more. We found a mall and had a bite and then headed for Isle d’ Orleans. Found the Room and Board home, which is something else. The floors are Marble. Then there are the rules of the bloody house.
First, take off your shoes before coming in on the Marble Floors. Okay, we can live with that. Up to the Room, nice but no TV, no internet without paying ten bucks, get real no way, and the rules go on.
Please remove the bedspread before lying on the bed.
Do not, I repeat, do use massage oils on yourself they ruin our sheets.
Do not smoke or light candles for safety reasons.
Please use a soft voice and close door gently.
Please use the shower before 11 pm for everyone’s peace of mind.
Do not run water needless we are not linked to the water system.
Enjoy your stay.
Park in a straight line.
Don’t fart in Hall.
Dinner was wonderful. We ate at Moulin St. Laurent.
Wedding Saturday at three. Have to be dressed and our before ll. We plan to go to a vineyard. Sample many wines at noon. May pick up some cheese and bread.
Tonight we felt like a drink. However, could not find a pub. Therefore, we went to the grocery store, brought four Caesars, went to the yacht club parking lot, and drank in the car. Takes me back a few years, quite a few years.
Today the highlight was St. Anne Beaupre; we were healed, and have the pictures to prove it. Diane and I are both walking with a little lilt to our step. It might not be permanent, but the purchase of the rosaries might be the reason. Oh yeah, it could also be the booze.
We also paid sixteen dollars to go to the Cinerama of Jerusalem and I may no longer be a Buddhist. I may convert to Islam. In addition, I still did not buy the binoculars’. You had to be there. Diane continues to be atheists.
Diane had to pump her own gas and clean her own windows and put air in her tires. Word is out that the Irving’s are looking to hook her up.
Well Renee` (B& B Proprietor) redeemed herself this morning with a three-course breakfast. The presentation was wonderful, all foods came from the Island, and the table was set with a formal yet elegant flare. Fresh raspberries and pear with freshly squeezed apple juice. Next, was a fresh croissant with an egg dish, and then came the freshly heated apple muffin topped with whipped cream with chocolate dripping on the plate. Lots of hot coffee and Diane and Anne were in heaven.
Diane was up and out driving around the island this morning at 6 am. She was stopping at various places trying to get a coffee. Oops, we forgot to change our watches. My God gang she was out at 5. Hahahahah. Aren’t we smart.
We now have to dress for the wedding at 9:30 because we have to check out of the B&B and Renee` does not want us coming back to change. Can you believe it?
Okay news flash. After being silly at Saint Anne d’Beaupre, ` my leg and knee kept me up all night. So I may have to go back and beg forgiveness on bended knee. I notice Diane isn’t jumping around too much either so she may have to come back with me.
We did a tour of the Island this morning and then Diane had me at the church over an hour early. I thought I was prompt. Finally, it was time for the wedding to begin. Well the Bride was too beautiful for words and the groom was handsome. The wedding was just lovely and soon it was time for Diane and Anne to head to the Chateau Frontenac. We were so damn proud that we were able to get to the hotel in great time. We drove up to the entrance and Diane announced to Anne. “Oh my God I think I booked our reservations at the Chateau Laurie.”
“What the hell are you talking about” I asked.
“I meant to make them here but for some reason I think I booked at the wrong hotel.”
“Where the hell is the Laurier, I cried.
“I have no idea” she replied.
“Shit” was my reply.
In goes Diane to the Frontenac and after a short while, she comes out and announces all is well. The Frontenac cancelled the Laurier and we got a great room. Whew.
Diane headed off to the reception and I headed off to old Quebec. Getting down was a snap and getting back up was a killer.
Anyone talking to Barbie tell her I ate at the little Bistro across from the Frontenac. She will remember it well.
Now I am back with my Frontenac Bathrobe on, have rum and coke, typing this note and watching TV. In case you haven’t noticed, I am very multi talented.
Diane is still at the reception, I’m enjoying myself, and we will see you all later.
Please accept these minutes as read and if there are any error or emission, to hell with it.
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