Celebration: Connecting with Old Friends

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 Today was the day we had set aside for Don to reconnect with the friend with whom he has had the longest ongoing relationship. Alice Thomas and Don have been friends since Don was 11 years old and Alice was 10. Their friendship has endured through teenage angst, military service, marriages, kids, career changes and grief. They have a very special relationship.

We all met at Don’s parents and then travelled together to the town of Celebration. A community reminiscent of the National Harbor. The center of town being set along a lake with a cute, trendy shopping and dining area. We had a lovely lunch at a Japanese restaurant.

Theirs is the type of relationship where Alice says, “Go ahead and stand in the fountain and I’ll take your picture.” So we get in the middle of the fountain when it is not spouting. When it starts up, we start screaming that we are getting wet and her response is, “Too bad. Stay still.” My kind of girl.

After lunch, we went for ice cream.

The gang at Celebration

Then we headed to an unusual indoor flea market. They were selling the most beautiful orchids for $6.00

Guess who bought some to take back to Virginia & made her son carry?

We also bought a good sized cactus and aloe plant for $2.50 each. Matt was so excited he climbed a tree.

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We then returned to Villa Volpone for a good old fashioned pasta dinner. Grandma Rose was so happy that she told us she was going to steal our car battery so we couldn’t leave tomorrow. What can I say? The woman’s a gangsta.

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