Club Miller

It's Memorial Day. The holiday I always confuse with Labor Day. Since I've moved to Portland almost 4 years ago (damn, time is flying), this weekend is a big party weekend at Nancy's. This year I didn't spend the night. I was still pretty glum on Saturday and the buddy I was gonna meet up with had planned on going on Sunday. She hurt her back so I went on my own. I really had a good time. The usual suspects were hanging around the pool in swim trunks and bikinis. There were five million pies, ribs, grilled chicken, etc. Most of the counter space was filled with food and outside it was the Nancy and Kathleen show. You should never have a full bladder when those two women are in the same room unless you're wearing Depends. There's a new gal from Georgia (go Dawgs!) that is equally hilarious so I ended up laughing most of the day. They were taking digital pictures under water and trying to get the timing right so the people getting their picture taken would know when to hold their breath. The Georgia gal, Dena, then said, "Y'all just say when, and I'll go down." She said this in front of a pool filled with lesbians. The place erupted in laughter. She caught her faux pas and then ran with it. All in all it was a jovial day. I had some moments of sorrow but overall I felt pretty connected. We hung out by the fire pit, sang karoake, roasted s'mores and chatted for hours. I love this crew. No matter what state of mind I'm in or where I am emotionally these women have been there for me. I know that I have a spot waiting for me at Club Miller.