As much as I enjoyed myself I was a little nervous. You see, I had been to a party there before. A long time ago, even before Sweetie was a part of my life. It was before they had their existing club house. The party was in their old clubhouse. A very fine and distinguished building.
I won’t get into who I was with or what the function was because that doesn’t matter. What matters is that apparently things didn’t go well and I was told that I wasn’t welcome back.
The evening started out just fine. The building looked really elegant with all the late model cars parked in front. Nothing but top shelf here. Don’t be bringing your old junkers.
We had cocktails and then dinner. A photographer came around. Do you see how elegantly my companion and I were dressed. Relaxed and fun loving, that was me back in them days before I turned all serious and stiff like I am now.
I have to admit that I had a really good time. But, I was told, “do not ever come back.”
And that is why I was nervous last night.
LOL now that’s quite a tale!
What in the Sam Hill? You arsonist. Wow. That fellow is having a lot of fun, isn’t he? You crack me up. I love diversions like this.
Damn Yogi you got my attention. LMAO I am friends with a arsonist. 😉 Would love to see just the outside of the country club but don’t think they would let me even on the property.
Great story! I sure hope it’s fiction…
Gosh darn Yogi, are you telling us that you did this. I would of never thought that of you.Please tell us its not you
Nope its not me. Just trying to use some old pictures that I found.
Did I ever tell you about the time my Adult Single Sunday School Class burned down an apartement building on July 4th? What the statute of limitations in Texas anyway. Maybe later.
You are funny. Some country clubs are sensitive about things like that.
If I’d known your past I wouldn’t have invited you to the dinner.
Whew!
Feeling like I “dodged a bullet”
I knew it! If I came clean you wouldn’t have invited me. Proves that honesty is not always the best policy.