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.