Life in the Boomer Lane and a group of her friends rented a couple cabins this past weekend, in a spectacular wooded setting. Briefly imagine, if you will, LBL’s brilliant rendition of women bonding against a backdrop of nature’s endless bounty. Now, let’s cut to the chase: the guys in the cabin next door.
Let us start by backing up: Five women. Three happily partnered, two single. Four of the five have sired and raised children, all of whom are now grown responsible adults (the children, not the women). Since adolescence, no one in the group of women has had a run in with the law, except one who proudly sports a tee-shirt that reads “Nana has a rap sheet.” Women of an age in which the phrase “I’m wet” has taken on a slightly different meaning than it did several decades ago.
Now let us imagine those same women, crushed up against each other, standing on tiptoes on their tiny cabin stoop, trying to figure out why a group of men in the cabin next door are all standing in a room, listening to what appears to be a lecture, complete with slide show, being given by one of their group.
Several large bags of snacks and glasses of wine later, a second, a more careful look reveals that the men are still standing in exactly the same place, still listening to the same speaker, still looking at a slide show.
The women consider various possibilities:
A bachelor party, in which a slide show is substituted for live strippers and sex acts.
A men’s church retreat
A transformational men’s bonding event
A sales retreat of vacuum cleaner bag salesmen
One of the group suggests that the men are terrorists, except she doesn’t think terrorists wear nametags.
The women have not been able to secure a cabin with a hot tub, as these were all spoken for when they reserved theirs. The men have a hot tub and they are not using it, except to walk behind the structure that contains it in order to make phone calls. A suggestion is put forth to wait until the men go to sleep and then sneak over and use the hot tub. The plan is abandoned just in case the men are, indeed, terrorists.
The next morning, the men leave the cabin for the first time, for an impromptu game of whatever it is that males do when they are in groups and are in possession of a ball. The temperature is in the high 80s, and, as they run, toss and catch, this allows the women to make a careful assessment is made of their ages (younger than the women), physique (oh yes), and physical stamina (same). Long discussions are held about the possibilities, and a suggestion is made to make a secret foray up to the back of their cabin to look into the large picture window and to get at the bottom of who they are and what is on the slide show. This is plan is abandoned just in case they are terrorists and have the cabin booby-trapped. Worse, if discovered, the women would be found to have an appalling lack of personal hygiene.
The women take occasional surveillance breaks throughout the weekend to visit charming towns close by and shop, eat, and lounge on the terrace of a just-opened ultra-luxury hotel and spa. (LBL notes that the hotel has several more features than the Red Roof Inn, of which she and Now Husband are aficionados. On the other hand, it lacks vending machines.)
The women are careful to get back to the cabin in time to watch the men, who are again clumped together, listening to a speaker and watching a slide show.
When the women return from the weekend and spouses and other friends ask “How was it?” the answer is, Oh the usual: fun, food, friendship, wine, shopping. Four of the women check the newspaper the next morning for word of terrorist activity. “Nana” checks in with her parole officer.
Shelley Molnar
October 8, 2013
So relieved to learn that only the children have become responsible adults!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
You bet.
Kelly @Try New Things
October 8, 2013
I still want to know if they were terrorists and do terrorists throw a ball around in their free time?
What were they doing there?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
We have no idea. It was far more fun to speculate.
artisticmilestone
October 8, 2013
Are they cute? What were they doing? 🙂
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
They were cute. Or maybe it was the wine.
sheenmeem
October 8, 2013
Did you get to know what they were upto?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Nope.
morristownmemos by Ronnie Hammer
October 8, 2013
So thanks to the guys next door you all had your exciting fantasies, and nobody got into trouble. Too bad!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Funny girl, Ronnie. Methinks the fantasies were more fun.
Jill Foer Hirsch
October 8, 2013
You never fail to make me laugh out loud-and to visualize exactly what you’re saying. I love your posts! BTW, if you’re not familiar with it yet, check out WHOA! Network (Women Honoring Our Age); filled with fun, funny, wise boomer types! (Not a paid spokesperson-I wish-just a fan)
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Thanks, Jill, and I will check that out.
Valentine Logar
October 8, 2013
Why didn’t you simply ask them?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
That would have been NO fun at all!
Valentine Logar
October 9, 2013
Why did I just know you were going to say that?
muddledmom
October 8, 2013
Well, now I know to bring binoculars with me anytime my girlfriends and I get together!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Ooh, good idea.
lauramacky
October 8, 2013
Drools
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
🙂
Betty Londergan
October 8, 2013
I can’t believe you’re leaving us hanging like this!!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Isn’t life always more exciting (well, mostly), when we provide our own fill-ins to the blanks?
Meryl Baer
October 8, 2013
Should have picked straws and have the chosen one go over and get the details. I’m thinking maybe a retreat of the male strip group Thunder From Down Under, checking out new moves in a Powerpoint presentation…
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Oh my, now that’s something we should have considered.
dorannrule
October 8, 2013
This is truly a “cliff hangar.” What a story! Wouldn’t it be fun to crash that party?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Might have been. Or, they really could have been vacuum cleaner bag salespeople.
jlheuer
October 8, 2013
Damn, why didn’t you go over and ask for a cup of sugar? Hey did they take their shirts off when they tossed the ball around?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
A couple did have shirts off. My, my.
jlheuer
October 9, 2013
🙂
chlost
October 8, 2013
Best line yet: Women of an age in which the phrase “I’m wet” has taken on a slightly different meaning than they did several decades ago.
That made me sputter in abject admiration.
Sounds like a fun time. The questions in my mind…..What was Nana’s crime? and Are you Nana?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
I’m humbled by your acknowledgement of my extraordinary writing skills (even though I wrote “they” instead of “it”). I think Nana deserves her own post. It was a hilarious story. Luckily (or sadly), Nana isn’t me.
Angeline M
October 8, 2013
You should have gone for an escapade in the hot tub during the night.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
That would have been hilarious. Until we were discovered. Actually, then it might have been even more hilarious.
jobgenie63
October 9, 2013
Reblogged this on The Last Baby Boomer Blog and commented:
I know that re-blogging is lazy, but my head is spinning and my daughter’s whining and in true boomer style, I defer to another.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Hey, we all get to support each other, right? I’m honored.
jobgenie63
October 10, 2013
Thanks. I look forward to reading your thoughts on the subject…
jobgenie63
October 21, 2013
Just learning the ropes. I look forward to more of your blog posts.
Anonymous
October 9, 2013
Did you judge them by their clothes?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
Laughing, of course. Yes, and lack thereof.
ammaponders
October 9, 2013
Thanks for the mental picture and giggles!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 9, 2013
My pleasure.
My Journey to Me-The Discovery
October 9, 2013
Glad to know we are not too old to look!! LOL! Maybe they were watching slide shows to learn English?!
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 10, 2013
Whatever they were doing wasn’t nearly as much fun as what we were suggesting about what they were doing.
benzeknees
October 9, 2013
You’re not too old to look until you’re dead – go girl! I often find myself wondering the same kinds of things about my neighbors. My apartment looks onto another building & the people within my sight line (from the couch) rarely, if ever, turn their lights on. You might see a person pop their head out the patio door on a very rare occassion but no lights at night. My thoughts: some of them were farmers in a former life so they get up & go to bed with the sun; some of them work nights & are only up in the middle of the night. Isn’t it fun to try to figure out what others are doing?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 10, 2013
Yes, imagination is always w-a-y more interesting!
DUH'Merica
October 12, 2013
Very intriguing until you find out it’s one of those old HBO Real Sex episodes where the men are naked in a circle chanting oddly. A totally normal guys vacation.
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 12, 2013
Oh my, where can I get a hold of the old HBO Real Sex episodes? I missed those.
Sweet Sue
October 18, 2013
That’s so funny, just yesterday, I said to my sister, “Remeber when ‘damp panties’ was a good thing?
Life in the Boomer Lane
October 18, 2013
So good to know that someone else has my same warped sense of humor!