|"Look up Donny, look up!" But he never stopped|
cutting thecookie for his chums, the birthday boys.
It was a weekend of constant chatter, comparing physical maladies, discussing where to get the cheapest hearing aids, remembering stupid things we did till we reached the age of reason when everybody had been stomped on, humiliated and beaten into mellowness by life's hard knocks. We ate and drank like we were still twenty, then shared the Maalox and vowed never again to eat a giant chocolate chip cookie after fried squid. (I did say mellow out, NOT smarten up).
|The Birthday Chocolate Chip Cookie. Sweet.|
Zac's photographed adventure stole the show and had all of us wishing we were fifty nine years younger.
|My clients never asked for commodes in the woods. I wonder why?|
They're so minimal, so chic.
|Call down for a pizza and extra towels.|
|Boys lazing in the sun before the big climb.|
|My conquering hero.|
|Come on down. Don't make us come up there and get you!|
|Woops! Too far . You're in the glacier now.|
I told you we'd find the ice.
|Do go into the light.|
|Looking back with satisfaction.|
|Row, row, row, our boats ...This is no gentle stream!|
|Home more men than boys.|
|Back to the same old, same old swim team practice.|
|Zac, five years older than my current portrait in progress.|
It looks like I have a lifelong position as the Roth family's
official portrait painter.
Then it was our turn to show the lad our best strength. We hiked out to eat, cock sure of our ability to lift a fork and glass and find our way back to our lavish pup tents, on our own, in the dark, without a flashlight. Are we somethin' or what?
This morning, our gang just closed the weekend closing the delicatessen, our seventh restaurant, our seventh meal out . All of them consumed with great skill, laughter and camaraderie. We didn't climb any mountains, explore the depths of a glacier or cross any open stretch of the Pacific, but we have trash bags full of champagne bottles and hearts full of gratitude for lifelong friendships. Now, back to Florida, back to the studio, back to Cosco's, back to marketing, back to accounting, back to closing down a law practice, back to ho hum--
--with hugs and promises of getting together in February. If not, next year. Same time. Different hotel.
The Radisson made it clear, they preferred a more refined, less rowdy crowd who acted their age.