Note to self- don't eat fast food before going to knit night. Our knitnight friends were their usual delightful selves last night however I felt like I was in some sort of drugged semi-conscious state thanks to the BK BigFish I inhaled before arriving. I thought- gee I'll feel better if I eat a little something. BKBigfish does not equal a LITTLE something- FYI.
It is with regret that I must report that I have no recollection of interesting and engaging things discussed- though I'm sure they were there. One thing I do recall is a conversation on the price of gas and groceries. If knit night is a random sampling of the world out there (albeit not a very diverse one) we might again embrace the mantra "It's the economy, stupid."
One thing that struck me is how the same people are- Claire finished and gifted the baby blanket to her expecting daughter. Chris started her second sock. New sock knitter Connie was getting help from Miss MaryMac make me laugh. In between help, Miss Marymac make me laugh was working on a shawl to wear to the opera. Jennifer was weaving in the ends of an entrelac scarf. Darla was facing the ill effects of not knitting a gauge swatch. I was struggling with a little in-between projects- lost my mojo moment.
Remove the names and insert new ones and it's "Knit Night, Anytown, USA." There is some comfort in that.
And oh yeah- Happy Sophanniversary to Mr. Sophanne and I. We've been married for 4 years today. We wore our matching Carhart carpenter pants and went to Family Court to be married by Judge Culpepper and then honeymooned in Niagra Falls just so I could type that 4 years later.
Your task should you choose to accept it? Practice saying Judge Culpepper in your best Tennessee Williams sort of southern accent- that should crack you up and make up for any missing crack me up knit night moments you've come to expect here.