Smoke on the Water: Weekend Update

June 21, 2004

Weekend Update

Among life's more valuable and treasured gifts, surely one of the dearest is the comradarie of heartfelt friendships, both old and new.

Through our lives, we come to find but a few dear friends among the throngs who occupy our daily worlds. They come from anywhere and everywhere. Perhaps a co-worker or the waitress who brought your coffee this morning. Matters not, really. For it is the undefinable process wherein a person somehow transcends the normal boundaries of mere cordiality or amiable discourse and become that different, special sort of person in your life.

I was among such people this weekend.

Friends do more than just tell you that you're way cool, or a good shot, or graciously laugh at your drollness. They show you the best of their humanity, inspiring you to raise your own bar; to aim higher and to strive to be the person that they believe you are.

And amazingly, they sometimes even think the same of you. That's an awareness which is both humbling and gratifying, all in one intertwined thought.

Such friends are damned few and far between in this life. Such is not to be decried, but rather to be cherished, for then your energies remain focused and true.

So, to Yellowlegs and your lovely and gracious Mrs. Yellowlegs, thank you for the generousity of your most elegant home, your cozy hearth and your most enjoyable company.

Kim? It's one thing to meet'cha in the deep woods of East Texas just shootin' and swappin' lies with the Gang Who Couldn't Shoot Straight. Quite another sir, to be hosted in the comfort of your home and to enjoy being surrounded by all that which you hold dear.

Yes, I speak of the honor of meeting the Queen of all BlogWisdom; Connie DuToit. Of whom I would be remiss in failing to praise for her stunningly delicious fare and very, very impressive waitstaff. Kim, Connie.... I don't have kids, but if I did, I'd want them to be as yours are. Two gentlemen and lady indeed.

A while back, some blogs ran a quiz or a poll on "who'd you want to share your trench" should the S ever HTF. I didn't participate in that poll, but I can guarantee you that I'd want Doc Russia coverng my ass in said foxhole. Just remind me to pack double ammo and triple rations for the duration, sir!

Also in attendance was the Third Most Hateful Blogger himself, Emporer Misha of the Anti-Idiotorian Rottweiller. Who's decency, kindness, intellegence and humor is truly a match for his considerable bark. But make no mistake, the bite is there too. We did raise a toast to the memory of Rachel Corrie, but the conversation went a bit...um..... flat at that point. Speaking of flat, let me assure you his singing voice isn't flat at all. With Doc harmonizing, I've never heard Monty Python tunes rendered in such choirworthy, dulcet tones.

Lastly, but of course not least, I did get to meet the always pleasant, mild mannered Lord Spatula. Who was in fine form indeed. I pity the troll that takes him up on his offer to "say it to my face!". Well, okay. I'll pity said troll after I'm done laughing at it for a few hours.

Impossible would be the correct word which would describe the sheer, wonderful indescribablity of that evening. Except to say it was one of those rare times that'll linger as a cherished memory, evermore.

Thanks, Friends.

Posted by Jim on June 21, 2004 | Permalink

Comments

Jim, you have a wonderful way with words. This really made an impression:

it is the undefinable process wherein a person somehow transcends the normal boundaries of mere cordiality or amiable discourse and become that different, special sort of person in your life.

Pleased to hear that you enjoyed such a great weekend (c:

Posted by: A Recovering Liberal | June 22, 2004 at 09:18 AM