Life Beyond the Casinos

On Saturday we were invited to another  couple’s home for cocktails.  They live in the complex. It is nice to have friends who are neighbors. We met them a few weeks back at the clubhouse happy hour.

Jon is from England and his husband Gonzalo is from Spain.  They threw the Spanish themed party I wrote about.  Anyway, this was a chance to get acquainted without all the commotion of a party going on.

We shared stories of how we met our partners. We talked about our families.  We talked about work. They both still work.  We discussed what we did before retirement.  The usual getting to know you type conversations

We also shared a little gossip about the other neighbors.  That’s always the fun part.  Turns out they really don’t like the happy hours at the clubhouse either.  It’s not a welcoming environment. People are generally cliquey and unresponsive to new people.  The loose interpretation is homophobic Trumpsters.  But we are not giving up on it totally.

At the last happy hour we set up our own table and chairs and formed our own clique.  Some who are gay allies, stop by and said hello.  There is safety in numbers so we agreed to coordinate any return visits.

And we are trying to be friendly with the neighbors. Maybe if they see us enough they will come around.  We need to plan a gay event and see what happens. Could be fun or they could resent us more.  Nothing ventured nothing gained. We shall see.

Anyway, we have new neighborhood friends in Jon and Gonzalo.  That makes me smile.

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