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I had a blast watching the kids dance. Some were as young as eight. Watching them enjoy good music instead of Britney Spears was nice. They seemed to enjoy "Respect" and "Hold On, I'm Coming" as much as the current crap most kids like.

I went to get some wine in the back yard and met some people in their late teens. One guy was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt. I told him, "The band is going to play 'Run to the Hills' next" (a Maiden song). He laughed and said, "Right." He was standing next to a girl who was about 6'2". I said, "I know tall people hate when they are asked if they play basketball. But do you?" She smiled and said, "No, but I did crew when I was in college."

I went over to Jennifer, who was talking to a woman in her 60s. They were talking about cats. I said, "What is it with women and cats?" Jennifer said she likes dogs, too, and made us laugh with an explanation of the difference between the two animals.

The party wrapped up around 2:00 a.m. Leslie said, "Come back tomorrow and watch the football game. We'll have another party and eat all these leftovers."

I said, "You must have parties all the time." She said, "No, not really. We are going to start having more, though. Maybe a few times a year."

Lisa said, "Is there anything you want him to write about for his article? Everyone else is gone now. You have his complete attention and can say anything you want."

Leslie said, "Oh, no. I wouldn't think of doing that. I don't tamper with that stuff. It's his art and I don't want to meddle. Let him write what he wants and what he observed."

And so I did.

Crash your party? Call 619-235-3000 x421 and leave an invitation for Josh Board.

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