A Fine Romance

On Saturday, Howard and I went out to the

beach house on Long Island . . .

for a rendezvous with a blogging friend

and her husband, who are not exactly local folk.

They are from far, far away.

Like, way far away.

Here is her arm, upper left,  as she sat across the table from me

at Croteaux Winery in Southold, for a tasting.

Let's call her Blogger Friend.  And her husband, Blogger Friend's Fella.

The names have been changed to protect the guilty innocent.

They stayed with us at the beach house until Monday morning,
when we -- being the merry pranksters that we are --
gave our Blogger buddies simple instructions for driving
the 125 miles or so from Southold on eastern Long Island, 
to That Old House in New Jersey. Right smack
through the bucolic and peaceful little village

known as New York City.

We beat them home.  (Insert evil grin here.)

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But now . . . a tale of stolen romance.

In Blogger Friend's handbag, a Nikon D3000 camera.

In That Old House, a Nikon D3000 camera.

Their lenses met across the crowded room

It was obvious that they would click.

Mr. Nikon, our resident big boy,

whispered sweet nothings into Nikon Chick's shell-like ear.

They kissed.  It was magic.

We gave them some privacy.

 And after the giggling had subsided, and the

napkin had stopped quivering, we unveiled them

and . . . .

There they were.

A proud family.

Mama, Papa, and Baby Nikon.

So that's how babies are made!

Pass it around.

Our Blogger friends camped out in the Pink Room

at That Old House on Monday and Tuesday nights,

and we showed them some of the sublime and

some of the ridiculous of northern New Jersey.

We ate.  Well.  And a lot.

They left a little while ago, leaving lifelong friends behind.

Us.

When they are safely tucked back into their home nest,

I will reveal their identities, and you will be so jealous!  -- Cass