Time for a Drink for BeckyB!

It was party time in Massachusetts. I would probably have been content to stay home and process bird pictures, but Garry felt we needed an airing. Also, he wanted to find out how his cochlear implant would handle a really large party.

George Regan gives amazing parties. He’s kind of the best PR guys in the state, so if you’re trying to make it in politics or business or whatever, George is your guy.

He’s also a remarkably nice person, too, with dogs and a lovely house on the water in Quincy. We are lucky to get annual invitations. We often don’t make it because it’s December which is usually busy — with bad weather. But this year, we made it.

Time for evening light through tall windows

In addition to wanting to test out his new hearing, there was a friend who was going to be there who Garry wanted to see very much. He has been ill, so it has been a long time since we’ve spent time together — and George’s place is about as midway to our houses as you can get. They live in Bourne, on the Cape while we reside in Uxbridge, south-central of nowhere.

Quincy is one of those places which somehow is always in the middle of a traffic jam, so even though it should only be about an hour’s drive, it always takes at least two … and that’s on a Tuesday afternoon. I can only imagine the traffic on Saturday or Sunday, especially since they are on the road which goes to the stadium where the Patriots play.

It’s close enough to Boston so over the years, it has become part and parcel of the Boston mega-traffic-jam, so we got stuck in it going there and coming back. We thought there had to be an accident or something along the way, but no accident that we found.

Time to drive to the party

Just traffic and a lot of it.

We made it. Not only did we make it, but we didn’t get lost, which may be some kind of record for us. We often set out for events, but get so lost, we end up going home without ever going to the party.

Time for that drink!

The moment we got there, I realized that wearing a black coat — Garry was wearing a gray one — were mistakes. In the “throw the coats in there” roomΒ were dozens of black and gray overcoats. We are nothing if not consistent.

I keep intending to get something in some other color, but somehow, best intentions notwithstanding, my coats are always black or gray and I can never find them.

Dinner was constantly served – Always time to eat!

There were a lot of people at the party. Garry eventually spotted three (other than the host) who he knew.

I knew Garry. And the host.

I used to know George’s beautiful Golden Retriever, but he passed a couple of years ago. During parties in the summer, the swimming pool belonged to the Golden. He used to swim around the pool trying to corral about 100 tennis balls. Then he would emerge from the pool, sopping wet, and shake.

Not square, but the beautiful Golden Retriever needed remembering too.

Almost everyone was all dressed except me because I don’t dress. It is one of the few privileges of age, so it made me laugh as guests ran in every direction as the dog shook off the pool water. Then he’d jump back into the pool because keeping track of hundreds of floating tennis balls is a pretty big job, but he was a dedicated retriever.

You better believe that NO ONE complained about the water and the shaking retriever. George adored that dog and his two other pugs who were carried during the party because they were old and couldn’t manage in a house that crowded.

Time to drive home

And then we were homeward bound with about a million other cars. Now, we can say we have partied, celebrated, and hobnobbed. Oddly, I enjoyed the party. I met the conductor of the Boston Symphony Orchestra and a bunch of people I didn’t know. Ate pieces of hot pizza from Bertucci’s and took some interesting pictures.

These days, that’s a party!

Categories: celebration, Christmas, Food, Garry Armstrong, Photography, square, Traffic

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52 replies

  1. I would have missed the dogs as well since I’m one of those proverbial introverts who seeks out the resident pet when I’m forced to go to such a party. I do not hobnob with people I don’t know… can’t do it. And if the shaking wet dog annoyed the other guests, I’d have been tossing that tennis ball all day long!


  2. That spread of eats looks very inviting.
    I’m not much of a socialite myself, but it usually works out OK.


  3. Thanks for taking me to the party. I enjoyed myself. The car ride home wasn’t the best. I think my bum is numb πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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  4. Sounds like a lovely party IF one must socialize! But this comment is about something entirely off the subject:

    Apparently I’m to wish you β€œHappy Holidays!!” I hope they are.

    http://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2018/12/19/blokes-day-19/ β€Ž


  5. Looks like a great time was had by all! Yeah!


  6. Thanks for sharing Marilyn, I feel like I went to the party too. We actually had our annual get together with the neighbours last night. Nice thing about that is you don’t have to drive and there’s no snow.


  7. Sounds like a great party! I haven’t been to one in ages. I know, because I have a red coat and you made me think how good that would work for me πŸ™‚

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  8. Apart from the drive, sounds like my kind of party. People to meet, coats to lose and toasts to be made! Loving the light from the window, and feel very honoured to be part of a tale that includes a remembrance to such a lovely dog 😊

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    • Becky, our complaints aside. It was great to “get out and socialize”. It’s nice to know you can still mix in those kind of events. So often, I feel like we’re relics living in obscurity in a small town. More whiney than intended. Oh, I forgot how nice it was to dress up. I complimented myself, staring in the mirror, at how nicely I tied my tie. Marilyn also looked lovely. A very satisfactory feeling for both f us. We managed to dodge doggie hair as our kids followed us out.


  9. Sounds like a really nice time! πŸ™‚

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  10. Yeah, I avoid Quincy because it is in a perpetual traffic jam, though at 7 AM Sunday mornings on my way home from the Cape (if I decided not to take 495) I can fly right through. Meeting the conductor of the BSO is very cool! I’m not even sure who it is any more – I used to go all of the time when it was James Levine, but haven’t attended in years.

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    • Trent, I enjoyed the day – getting Marilyn and myself OUT of the house was celebratory in itself.
      We arrived “early” at the party (the drive in from Uxbridge wasn’t bad. Driving ANYWHERE from rural Uxbridge is a chore).
      The first goal: Seeing/hearing how I fared with the cochlear implant. There were wall to wall people with everyone drinking and talking. Trent, think the party scene from “Breakfast At Tiffany’s”) and you get the idea.
      Everything was VERY loud. I heard Marilyn cry “Garry!” behind me and I pivoted to meet someone.

      For most of the party, we hung in a corner with 2 other people, exchanging polite chatter and avoiding the growing crush of people. The two other people were Black guys so it opened a conversation – Mel Brooks style. I began with “Hey, guys, look around. We’re three of the five people of color here.” Marilyn smiled. She’s used to my politically incorrect behavior in social gatherings. That’s part of “the bad boy” in me. Ritually, we began a head count. Black people, Hispanics, etc. Turns out there were 6 Brown people after our tally. We all beamed broadly. By now, the two guys recognized me from when I used to be somebody. So, I entertained them with a few war stories,

      I was nursing a coke – my booze days are long gone. I was awaiting the arrival of a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time and he promised to attend the party. Time passed and the noise was beginning to get to me. Marilyn was also agreeable to move out. As we fished through piles of clothing for our overcoats, My friend and his wife arrived. Clothing searched put on hold as we greeted our old friends, chatted and Marilyn took pics of my friend and me. Two guys who used to be somebody — a legendary anchor and the reporter who’d been around since dinosaurs roamed through New England.

      The drive home was awful. We left just before 4pm. It was bumper to bumper — almost all the way home to Uxbridge. Rush hour plus accidents clogged everything up. Marilyn kept the chatter going while taking pics of the sluggish traffic, My mind had roamed off to the Twilight Zone while paying attention to traffic.

      We got home just before 7pm. The Dogs were furious. Dinner would be 2 hours late and you coul see the poor things were starving. They barked constantly in anger as I slipped away to get out of my “dress” clothing. The furries ceased to be the furies as they gobbled down their chow,

      Marilyn and I were hungry and aching – from siting in the car for hours. Your body tenses up in those situations so I could my bones crackling as I moved towards the kitchen.

      We “feasted” on sandwiches and french fries — DEE-lish as we watched the Network News folies.
      We both were satisfied we’d accomplished two important things: We’d gotten OUT of the house and gone to a large party where my cochlear implant could be tested.

      We both relaxed with satisfaction as our bodies slowly relaxed and reprimanded us.

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      • It is always great to get out like that. I was wondering how it went for you with the implants. I have a hard time at those types of parties and often stand there with glazed over eyes as I try to follow 27 conversations at once while ignoring another 32…. I’m sure, not being used to that type of noise that it could be very tiring.

        For some reason your comment about your Mel Brooks line made me think of seeing Neil deGrasse Tyson speak. I don’t remember all of it, but there was a segment where he talked about the camaraderie between the people of color in that ultra-exclusive group of physicists. I’m not sure why what you said made me think of that, but…

        I’m glad you didn’t miss your friend and had a chance to catch up.

        Yeah, three hours of heavy traffic does not sound fun. And I do bet the dogs were angry – ours always are when we get home late, though I think the cats are worse.

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        • Trent, I did my politically incorrect thing because that’s who I am. These days, I have to be careful with my big mouth — being judicious in certain gatherings. The party was ripe for me to do my schtick but I did it quietly with the other two fellows who were initially taken aback by me, then they relaxed and enjoyed what I was saying. I didn’t disrupt the proceedings. That would be rude.

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    • I don’t remember his name, probably because it was so loud in there, who could hear?

      Quincy is possibly the worst traffic area in the state, not counting Boston itself. When you are heading down through Boston, if you miss that exit, you can spend half a day trying to find a way back. We do have some terrible roads and worse drivers.

      The price of tickets has just gone so high, it’s ridiculous. When I was younger, we used to pick up tickets to shows and you could always find reasonably priced tickets. Now, the cost of any ticket to any show, Boston or New York, is the same as flying to L.A., but the seats are more comfortable. Well, usually. The acoustics are definitely superior πŸ˜€

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