My dinner last night was wonderful.
The people who invited us have a quaint two-story Victorian in the heart of town. It's the first time I've been in their home and it's just beautiful. Big, spacious rooms with high ceilings and terrific old furniture/antiques.
The dinner conversation was what you might expect when the ages of the diners ranged from 58-82.
My former playmate is now 60. She has a little girl voice that you can only imagine if you think of Truman Capote and the characters in his stories. "Miss Jane" is short, plump and giggles at the drop of a bon mot.
Her brother Mike (Saye) is a well-known drag car racer in these here parts (as well as owner/proprietor of Carolina Machine Parts). He was there with his wife Gail, a whiskey-voiced Southern lady who did most of the excellent cooking. My aunt and uncle were also dining, so it was a jolly enough group.
Our hostess, "Miss Jeannette", is a traditional Southern belle with a strong Republican bent and gracious manners.
I was rather in my element last night...or, at least, in an element to which I'd love to become reaccustomed.
Sigh.
