#327...Thelma & Louise at the Ritz. the Confluence Part 2

Said Slac -

"If you're Blue & you don't know where to go   -Why don't you go  Where fashion sits?  Putting on the Ritz..."     

                       

And that's exactly what we did. 

But of course, in keeping with royal fashion, the Queen was fashionable late.  Okay, more than fashionably late - but that was Mapquest's fault, and also from having to follow a "Caution Wide Load" gang over long and rolling country roads.

The lead footed Mumsy, with Slac and Mae as backup, talked the Queen in for a landing once she realized she had gone too far. Eventually, the coast was cleared and the fellowship was finally made whole.  The wildness was about to begin.

                             

Hugs and kisses and wide smiles were thrown in all directions, and the geeks exchanged small gifts.  The Slacbackdaddy shared his musical selections - "To be listened to in small and inspiring bits."  And the Queen brought books of friendship to mark the expecial occasion.  Mae brought the tripod for the official photo recording, and Mumsy bought the celebratory first meeting meal.

 

                          

The glowers were seated amid a mass of local eaters in a large corner booth, surrounded by aqua walls and large windows.  The Ritzy waitress took our order of various Barbeque meats, ("...it's what they're known for," said Slac), a grilled cheese and tomato, some french fries, and raspberry ice teas. Dessert was, of course, homemade Ritz ice cream.  Everything was slacalicious. 

Babymae mused aloud "If someone told me one year ago, that I would be sitting with my birth mother, in small town in Pennsylvania, having barbequed meat with royalty and a filosofer - I would have told them they were crazy."  (Ah, but such is the life of wild and succulent people Ms. Babymae, the Queen thought to herself...)

The conversation was non-stop, and the laughter was loud and continuous.  So much so that heads were turning, and instead of angry glares, the good people of A-town, just smiled back.  One expecially loverly golden couple even stopped us to tell us she enjoyed our laughter.  How amazing is that?  Time flew by with amazing speed, and before long, and alas, it was time to leave.

 

                            

 

Succulent and wild are good words to describe our meeting.  Our friendship was overly ripe and juicy - it came easy and was genuine.

And sometimes a road trip is more than a road trip. Sometimes it's in the simple things, like the making of vanilla ice cream, and sitting chatting with friends over a glass of raspberry ice tea, that great truths are revealed.