Remembering Those Saturdays

In the morning we were fresh and alert. Taking an art class every Saturday So we could go up on the teacher’s pay scale. There were three of us. Marty, Katy and me. We found a restaurant that we adored – the Pier. Their food was amazing, and they would bring a pitcher of margaritas. The pitcher was only eight dollars, and we looked forward to it More than the food. We became charming, hilarious, beyond witty by one o’clock When my eyes were so blurry I could barely drive back to the class. The afternoons were filled with our loudest ugliest laughter. I would catch Marty’s eye and we would go off into huge gales. After a couple of weeks of this we began to order two pitchers. Sometimes arriving back at the class a bit late. Laughing at the teacher’s consternation. None of us passed, but it was so worth it. And our work was hilarious And we became fast friends. I still catch Katy’s eye at a faculty meeting And we both begin laughing remembering those Saturdays!