Now that we’re fully vaccinated, we’ve been slowly easing our toes back into the stream of Socializing With Other People.
It’s been weird! And great! And weird!
Last Friday night, we had a couple over for dinner. They are some of our favorite friends here on the island, and we hadn’t seen them in person in…not quite a year and a half? Something like that? Far too long, at any rate.
We had a fabulous time–drinks and snacks on our deck under the wisteria; I barbecued a tri-tip and Mark harvested lettuce from our very own garden for a salad; our friends brought a scrumptious homemade pie–and they stayed late and we talked and talked and drank lots of wine (well, us ladies did; the men abstained for some reason)–
And, whew, I guess is what I’m trying to say. It was a lot of work! And I don’t mean barbecuing or even washing dishes for four people instead of two. It was…that thing where you’re using a muscle you haven’t used in a long, long time. Both literally and metaphorically: my cheeks hurt from so much laughing and smiling, and my throat was a little hoarse even the next morning, from saying so many words.
But also, just being with people. People we really, really like; people we’d been so very much looking forward to seeing that we made sure to book them for dinner the very next day after their two-weeks-past-second-shot date.