Friday Night Fun

It's Friday night and I'm sitting in the "office" in front of the computer while a bunch of old guys are sitting on my patio, playing poker. (Well, actually there are FOUR old guys and ONE young guy, but the young guy came with one of the old guys, and I think he's just letting the old guy think they're buddies because he might marry his daughter some day.)

I don't help Hubby with his poker parties: I don't fix the food; I don't serve the food; and I don't even shop for food. In fact, most of the time, I go out with my friends, but tonight my gal pals are busy. Lisa's in SoCal doing something for work and I think my sister-in-law, Kathy, is playing bunko. So it's just me with some old guys drinking beer. (No, I'M not drinking the beer, but maybe I should be!)

I tried to delay coming home from work. First I stopped and wandered around Goodwill until they were getting ready to close. I found a couple cool things. Besides two more books on tape, I brought home an oval embroidery hoop,

a splatter blue trivet,

and some silver plated serving utensils.

They obviously need some polishing, but the shapes and decorations interested me. I don't know if I'll use them for the purpose they were intended for or incorporate them into some altered art projects, but I'm sure they'll be fun.

See that short little spoon? You probably can't really tell it's short because the photo cuts off where the handle ends. Anyway, it reminds me of the time I'd gotten a couple teeny, tiny silver spoons along with something I purchased on eBay--much, much smaller than this spoon. I used them at Thanksgiving as a joke to serve jam, and my son's friend, Jim, tried for the longest time to spoon jam onto his croissant using a spoon no larger than your little fingernail. Ah, memories!

After Goodwill, I did some grocery shopping. I finally got home around 9 p.m., and by that time, the poker game was in full swing.

Want to see the old-guy poker game on the patio? Here's the food table.

Notice the fine ice tub there on the left? It's holding beer, hot links, and potato salad. What more could a man ask for? More beer, maybe? Well, that's there too! I also see a glass canister of oatmeal cookies--those'll keep them "regular"! Unfortunately, though, I see my "good" vintage glass salt and pepper shakers. Someone will have to pay for that transgression, and here I have photographic proof! At this point, I don't think any of these guys will notice if I sneak out there and bring them in before someone knocks them down and breaks them on the brick patio, do you?

When I came out with the camera, Hubby said, "Uh oh, I think we're going to be on the blog!," and a couple of the guys ducked under the tablecloth. (By the way, where did Hubby get that tablecloth, anyway? I'm sure it's not one of my "good" ones because I doubt he knows where I keep them, but still . . . .) I told them all to relax; that I would only photograph the table, and no identities would be disclosed. My brother-in-law said, "I don't care! You can plaster photos of me all over the Internet if you want!" (I think maybe he's looking for a wife. Well, maybe not a real wife--just a temporary, one-night wife, if you know what I mean!)

See the large sums of cash being played? These guys are nothing but high stakes gamblers! What really makes me laugh is the cardboard nut cannister with the writing on the top that says, "Don't Eat Dad's Poker." That's our friend Terry's quarter stash. How hungry would you have to be to accidentally eat quarters but for the warning on the top?! And the Budweiser playing cards? Well, what can I say except that knowing these guys, the cards were probably given away free with each case of beer purchased.

Well, I gotta go snag those salt and pepper shakers and put them safely away. The fun never ends here, I'm tellin' ya! Thanks for stopping in for a visit!