The Last Call Party

This begins each day, quite unexpectedly. Well, at least that's how it seems...

Mornings are spent lounging on the pool-side chaises, reading and even catching a few rays. Oh, there's an occasional swim or two and even some light conversation; but each of us conserves energy for the upcoming Last Call party.

After a nice lunch -- sometimes we even go to a restaurant while other times we merely get Angie to bring us some munchies -- we settle in for that early afternoon siesta. Snores notwithstanding, we all seem to gather by ones and twos near Carlos and the scene-of-the-crime bar until voila! It's Last Call Party time!

Dave argues with his bird while Cliff chats about the far north, Tania and Darryl nodding along. Joan and Jim talk art while Terry adds in critiques on same as Steve just nods...and nods. Joss still whispers into Pollys ear while Wendy hawks her condos and Cathy sparks another round as Darryl grins and asks for the next CD of his to be played. Dick smiles at all, and Sue and Sue (while no one has noticed) have staked claim on that last little sliver of sunshine as Carlos yells..."last call!"

Whatta way to go through life! See you all next year! Hola!