Gettin’ Neighborly
We helped a neighbor and friend celebrate her continued superannuation last night with a chocolate cake courtesy of Mrs. Perils. After the cake was presented and candles extinguished, our neighbor told a story about one of her favorite/memorable birthdays, and then thought it would be great fun if each of us around the table should share a story as well. She had made the mistake, however, of inviting people who knew her in college in the 70s, and some stories were divulged that, shall we say, shed an entirely different light on our formerly sweet and demure acquaintance.
I’ll spare her by not going into any details, other than to say that the heretofore unknown (to me) parlor game “strip dreidl” came up. To my further puzzlement, she’s not Jewish.
