Club Kit
Tonight we teased those on the outside with trash talk about a hot exclusive club with velvet ropes, muscled bouncers, restricted guest lists and palms that require greasing with cash to gain entry. We were talking about Kit Drive … the street where I live.
I was out with my neighbor Marsha and a long-time friend of hers, who has become a good friend to me over the past few years. At some point … as it often does when we are together … the talk turned to how lucky the Kit Drive clan is. We cook dinner for one another, take care of each other’s pets, drink together, laugh with each other, loan pantry items and occasionally provide a shoulder to cry/bitch on.
While we joke about the “club,” I am extremely grateful and feel truly blessed to have such amazing neighbors.
P.S. Tonight’s outing was a set-up that had been in the works for months. It failed for those who might be curious … he wasn’t my type and I imagine the feeling was mutual. And I’m very much ok with that.