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| The Two Musqueteras Last Night |
So last night was about as much fun as legally permissible in
most states but before I get to that I can now reveal what I bought for myself
as a Christmas gift. I took my wife’s
poor Highlander in for its annual inspection in the morning. It’s been a rough month for the poor thing,
what with idiots backing it into other cars and such. Before the inspection even started I asked
the mechanic to first look at the tires, even though I knew what he was going
to say. His sardonic smile told me all I
needed to know. The Highlander was
getting four new tires to match its new bumper.
A thousand dollars later we high stepped home, a lot poorer but more
confident for the upcoming winter season’s travails.
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| The Highlander Awaiting Her New Shoes |
When I returned from my shoe buying expedition I found my
son and the ABFA in residence while my wife and the Maine Musquetera had snuck
out for, again no mystery here, shopping!
I caught up with the Portsmouth pair while finishing off the last tasks
assigned for party prep and checking in on Army’s annual ass kicking by the
rust pickers.
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| Son and ABFA Last Night |
My thoughts throughout the day however were with my daughter
and Pee Wee the Fearful who were making their way across the US to their new
home in California. We received periodic
updates throughout the day and received the following photo from WingMan just
as the party was kicking into gear. This
of course provided us with yet another reason to celebrate, I’m so happy for
those two starting this new phase of their life together.
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| Daughter and Pee We Arriving in Cali |
Our Christmas party started a little earlier this year but
that allowed the next door neighbors to come over with their four kids including
the three month old twins. There was
some serious contention betwixt the ladies of my generation as to who would
spend the most “grandmother training” time with the infants. I even ended up holding one for ten minutes
(until it started crying). The harried
mother was so relieved to find all these willing participants to share the mother
load. Buddy was consigned to the
basement for most of the party as the scent of cooking pork sent him into a frenzied
state.
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| ABFA's Mom With Some Grandma Training with Neighbor's Twin |
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| Party Kicks Off |
It was a great mix of family, friends, neighbors, the
Worcester Chapter of the Panamanian mafia, and the Maine Musquetera’s
family. The group just seemed to jell
with groups forming and sharing the holiday spirit before dissolving and moving
on to another fun conversation.
Everybody brought some food to go with the meal. My wife did her usual fantastic job as “hostess
with the mostest” gliding around the party making everyone feel welcome and
extremely special. My own plan for
reducing the immense stockpile of beer left over from Thanksgiving was thwarted
when people kept showing up with more beer.
I gave it a significant effort notwithstanding.
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| Group Shot - My Wife Sitting in my Lap in the Foreground |
The ABFA’s parents journeyed down from New Hampshire in what
has become a standard and most welcome development for our parties since that
remarkable young lady entered our life. My
brother in law even drove up from Rhode Island for an abbreviated but well
spent time. He and my son spent some
time together solving all the Red Sox problems.
When it became time for dessert we unveiled Bonecrusher and the ABFA
wielded that fell sword in an expert cleaving of the Maine Musquetera’s
Christmas cake.
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| The Fam |
Since this was a party and there were Panamanians involved
the dancing soon started up. My wife
kept the TV remote and was culling through a series of music channels unto she
found an appropriate song. As stated above,
it was just entirely too much fun and a great way to kick off the holiday
season. The party wound down as the
various participants made their long drives or walks home. For some reason there was a request for an
action movie which I more than readily volunteered to provide. I think I saw the first five minutes before
the length of the day, the effort, and well okay the beer, saw fit to close my
eyes. A half hour later, around 1am, I
eased upstairs and passed the two musqueteras engaged in one of their trademark
late night (early morning) conversations.
A good night, indeed.
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| The ABFA Wielding Bonecrusher |
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