Saturday’s Ice Cream

 

Saturday was not a day of rest and relaxation, but it was a day of fun and friends.

 

For close to a year now, I’ve been a member of a Charles County, MD. writers group called, Life Journeys Writers Guild (LJWG). From 2pm to 5pm on Saturday, July the 29th, close to sixty LJWG members were in attendance to our Big Quarterly meeting.

 

 

It was held at Regency Furniture Stadium in Waldorf, MD., which houses our Independent League baseball team, the Blue Crabs. We occupied the luxurious Legends Club, overlooking the field; with laughter, good finger food and two great speakers. By the way, we are always looking for new members.

 

 

The Blue Crabs had a game after our meeting and those who wanted to watch it were given free tickets. About a dozen of us stayed and enjoyed the game.

 

 

It was a Star Wars theme, and we enjoyed all the characters that were prodded out for our amusement. Our fearless leader, Yvonne Medley, was full of laughter as she guided us to a great day. You can see her hiding behind our collection of writers, next to the big blue and white critter called, Pinch.

 

 

Around the fourth inning, I set out on a very important mission. I braved the crowds by myself in search of the perfect ice cream cone. My first stop was the rest room, then I walked past the alcohol vendor, but I was distracted by an image of immense satisfaction and missed the first ice cream spot.

 

 

I’m a Washington Redskin fan, so the colors of burgundy, white and gold stand out. The unexpected vision of beauty momentarily froze me in place. However, it didn’t take long to move my feet and get a closer look at those colors.

 

As usual I like to get right in the middle of things, confirmed by the photo below. I might be old, but I ain’t dead yet. Can you tell by my grin? I hung out and flirted with these scantily clad young ladies, till I ran out of lies to tell them about my greatness.

 

 

After I bought their personally signed calendar, I turned and went back to the group. The guys were secretly giving me kudos, while the women of the group ribbed me about my purchase. Needless to say, I forgot all about the ice cream and had to go back later to get it.