I assume no one ever means “Duck”

Goat Day

Me: What does a goat say?
Son: Baaaaaa!

Re-entering society, I’m following the path of least resistance. I seem to hang out with my gym buddies more and more these days. I figure it’s because of three reasons:

  1. The Gymgirl’s friends with alla them already.
  2. My cousin’s also friends with alla them already.
  3. I have weird food-related interests that they seem to be synced up with mine.

Case-in-point: I mentioned to some of them that I liked lamb and goat and they all echoed that they liked lamb and goat as well.

So we ended up heading out to my cousin and her fella’s pad out in LIC for a BBQ of goat, lamb, and chix.

Her: How do you eat this much?
Me: Willpower.

We ended up eating and drinking for hours in a pretty pleasant July day.

Her: I thought you said you were full.
Me: I am.
Her: Then why are you eating more?
Me: It’s a BBQ. With lamb. Of course I’m eating more.

The very next day, my cousin, her fella, the Gymgirl, and I went off to a sunny island.

But that’s a story for another entry.

They’re a fun group of people.

Which is not to say that I don’t talk to my other friends.

Location: last week, on a pink beach
Mood: thoughtful
Music: Her eyes are as big as her bubbly toes

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