In addition to a glass of wine, another colleague arrives, and we proceed to have a party on my friend's expansive screened-in porch. We eat pizza, drink wine, munch on salad, and listen to oldies music, trying to guess the musical artists and trying to remember all the words to the songs.
It's a fabulous evening -- cool and refreshing, clear sky, fingernail moon -- and over far too soon. Driving home I briefly consider the dozens of things that I have to finish before school on Monday. This is tempered by the reality that tonight has been all about me, all about friends, and all about relaxing.
I change the radio to the oldies station and continue the evening in my car for the drive home. Hey, it's the weekend. I can stretch it out as far as I want to. I sing along as I drive, trying to recall the words, reveling in the memories of a perfect and perfectly unexpected evening.
