A friend recently invited eight of us to attend a backyard, socially-distanced happy hour with plenty of wine, hand sanitizer and disinfectant wipes. Plus, there was a mask requirement until seated. With all that precaution, only five of us RSVP’d.
I arrived first and had my pick of seats in this backyard oasis.
In addition to this loose ring of chairs, there was a trampoline, hammock, and a volleyball/badminton net. Since my friend was a mother of two, having outdoor activities was a must–not that we played any.
The whole evening, it was just the two of us,
which was wonderful since the last time we’d seen one another was at my Leap Day Party way back on the 29th of February of this year back in the old world.
Considering that this event was advertised essentially as a wino party where everything we touched had to be wiped down,
I took the liberty of picking up my own food before heading over. That was an excellent call except I should have ordered more food. Those sliders slid down faster than I imagined.
For a few hours, I could forget. I sipped wine–three different types in all–from my favorite special occasion silver chalice and forgot all about being in a pandemic. Despite the distance of our chairs and wiping down everything in the bathroom after using it. Just two friends catching up with one another.
Like a gamer getting more life for accomplishing a task, I left my friend’s house with additional sanity.