It’s Fourth of July and every other blogger is going to be giving you photos and tales of cookouts and fireworks and meaningful quotes about freedom and liberty and hot dogs.
Not the Zadge. The Zadge likes to keep her readers on their toes and give them something unexpected.
Like photos of the Zadge and her friends drunk at 2 a.m. Saturday night. Okay, so maybe for those of you who know the Zadge, the drunk part is not so surprising. But the 2 a.m.? Damn, people, it’s like Zadge is 32 again!
Meet the Zadge’s newest BFFs:
They’re my next door neighbors! NO, not the ones who woke me up last week with their Senior Sexual Gymnastics. These guys are on the other side of Old Vicky. Remember when the Zadge called the police on her frat boy neighbors? That house. Except not those boys. No, these guys are the owners of the house and have been renting it for several years and have now kicked out the frat boys and will be splitting their time between being the Zadge’s neighbor, and their other houses is Hawaii — HAWAII! – and Palm Springs and their ranch in southern Colorado.
Do you see why they are my new BFFs? Seriously, the Zadge loves her new BFFs – they are hilarious and kind and love animals and have traveled all over the world. She had to warn them that she would be introducing them to the Blogosphere.
Meet Rancher Rick:
He’s a bourbon man. Oh, and a gin and tonic man, and a vodka martini(s) man on Saturday night. He was a hungover man on Sunday morning.
And here’s his partner of 20+ years, the Pet Whisperer:
Baby Jesus of Bethlehem, why do all the hot guys have to be gay? Have you ever known Tulip to come out of hiding for one of the Zadge’s impromptu parties? No! But the Pet Whisperer lured her out (after working Harry into a frenzy with a serious game of tug-of-war).
And here’s their beautiful sidekick, the Sundance Kid:
The Zadge just met Sundance on Saturday and already has a girl crush. She’s single like the Zadge and the Zadge can already sense the havoc the two of them are going to wreak on the middle-aged dating scene.
The four of us went out to dinner Saturday night and then decided to continue the party in Old Vicky’s kitchen. And really, it’s not a party until someone spills red wine on the couch! The Sundance Kid was not quite accustomed to Harry’s, shall we say, exuberance and her glass of red wine ended up on the couch. And her pretty white skirt.
The Pet Whisper was on it in a flash, “resolved” to get that stain out:
And Harry is all “Ize sorree pretty ladee can we play tug game again?”
Then the Pet Whisperer cleaned the couch so well that you would never know it had been drunk moments before:
He’s better than Lorenza! And he didn’t leave me any bossy notes!
The Zadge followed Rancher Rick’s lead and started the evening off with a G & T, then had a couple of Vodka drinks at the restaurant, and then decided that, since her red eyes matched her red shirt, she’d finish the night off with some red wine:
Smart girl.
The Zadge had so much fun that she didn’t even really feel that bad the next day. And that’s the power of new friends!
So the Zadge suspects that you will be seeing more of this crew on the blog in the future. Assuming the Zadge’s liver can keep up.
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you wait long enough, the horrible neighbours usually move. I like to believe that the karma earned by waiting out the bad neighbours earns you somebody(s) way, way better.
FOUR houses?!?
OMG! What a fun evening.
I had such a good time — thus the very happy albeit drunken photos. I had a blast meeting Zadges and the hospitality at her home — let’s see; full bar, talking about EVERYTHING, the pets, a beautiful home, and that white sofa that needs to be replaced now … SMASHING fun! No doubt, we are going to get into some trouble together. Can’t wait!
Love your blog and look forward to reading it often!
C
Wow, what a good-looking crew you 4 make!
I got a hangover just thinking about drinking til 2am, tho. Yipes.
How wonderful to have such great new neighbors! The first time we met our next door neighbors in Austin, they hadn’t even moved inyet, but came over to our house for a gallon of sangria that took until 2am to finish. It was great fun!
Yes, I do see many a good story coming from this friendship.
YAY FOR NEW GAY BFFs. Who own property in swanky places! Sigh. I miss my gay guy neighbors. They know how to mix some drinks. Looks like MUCH FUN was had and that is the way a holiday weekend should be!
Can’t they be my neighbors instead of the smarmy uptight lobbyist a-hole? I can make sangria 19 ways and it goes unappreciated in this neighborhood!
Your face looks great! (I’m all about the laser – can you tell?)
I want new neighbors like that. And wow to the power of wow, your skin looks amazing. Go laser.
Yee-ha, the frats boys are gone! Those are some new hot neighbors, too. I spent the 4th helping others get tipsy, too. We brought 3 gallons of margueritas to a pool party and when we ran out turned to tequila shots. I even shared! I kept handing shots to the football star of my high school (who I had not seen in 25 years) until his wife told me to quit it. Your neighbors sound like more fun.
Hey now, I thought I was your bestie……just as well, red wine gives me a headache. Gotta stick with white wine over ice, I know what a heathen.
The lighting at Old Vicky is perfection as are the smiling fun faces and Harry’s face in that photo is PRICELESS. A combo of desperation and determination. I relate.