LJ gathering; Cloey's party

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Glen Allan and the Conestogo River


Friday I drove through rain and heavy traffic to Toronto to see roosterbear and quillon, visiting from Rhode Island, and schillerium. We dined at Zelda's, then met rfmcdpei at O'Grady's for the evening. I had an overnight liaison with djjo before returning home for the Rainbow Chorus's annual general meeting.

Organizational meetings always leave me in a bad humour.

Then came a party I was dreading, because two friends had backed out during the week. It was Cloey's party, and I felt it would be rude for me to back out, too. So I went, expecting not to know anyone. Cloey lives in the heart of Ontario's Amish country with three teenaged children who know her as dad (the kids stayed at their mom's last night). Several friends turned up after all, and the new acquaintances were mostly pleasant.

Apart from one individual who, within 30 seconds of striking up conversation, declared himself single and available. I smiled and nodded politely. Equally pathetic was the drunken city queen who, seeing us seated around a bonfire, squealed, "It looks like a prayer meeting out there."

I'm still an inveterate country guy.

Cloey is building a two-seater airplane in her over-sized garage.