Our annual townhouse association picnic is always a bit like falling through the rabbit hole. The people, the food and the conversations are always a bit unusual. Here are some snippets:
* A neighbor sat down next to me and I asked, "how are you?" What followed was a 20-minute discourse about her wicked case of the shingles as another neighbor lifted his shirt to show scars from his case of the shingles; then it somehow turned into a conversation about bowel obstruction.
* The DJ was a little girl about 6 years old who manned a portable CD player. When was the last time you heard the song "Purple People Eater"? For me, tonight.
* There were no potato chips. How is it possible that no one brought potato chips to a picnic?!? But we had about 4 different types of bratwurst. Go figure.
* The fact that we live very near a university really hit home to me when a neighbor (an ex-professor) said to me, "you haven't lived until you understand thermodynamics." Hmmm... guess I'm not alive.
* In my opinion, the best dish was not the burgers or potato salad or cole slaw or cupcakes or watermelon.... it was some unusual Asian dish that looked like spaghetti and had a real kick to it.
"Purple People Eater" is one of my favorite childhood memories!!! I believe I still have it on 45.
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