You're Never Too Old To Pick Up A Lady or A Tune

Last night we had a great time down in The Villages. After a monster dinner at Golden Corral we headed to the town square where we had previously gone to hear live music. The band was ok, but no one was dancing and we all love to watch the dancers. After walking around a while we decided to go find the other town square where a different band was playing. There was a wonderful country music band playing and lots of dancers. The highlight of the evening was when Mark and Dennis went inside a restaurant on the square to get a soda, some "old" man came and was hitting on Pam and me. This guy was at least 75-80ish. After five minutes Dennis came out; then the guy leaned down to me and whispered, "If you thought I was hitting on you girls, you were right - I was!" OK - that was a first. About 15 minutes later he walked by a bench we were all sitting on - there was a much older lady hanging on his arm! We were crushed.


This morning it was drizzling but the day turned out to be great. Mark and I headed to the pool around 1:00pm. The things you hear around a pool full of OLD retirees: A group of five "regulars" who are there every single day - they were planning a trip next Thursday to a bar, and then the tattoo parlor. Another group was discussing how they don't have hair on their legs because of years of riding horses - eeehhhh. Why must we hear this?


Later a woman from S. Carolina stopped by to ask Mark, Dennis, Pam, and me whether we knew where a "good" flea market was. Mark gave her directions and she moved on. About 15 minutes later we rode our bikes back to the trailer. Along the way was this same S. Carolina woman with her husband. The bottom line: this couple ended up in our trailer not 1 minute after I got out of the shower. She immediately started eating the strawberries I had sitting out (the nerve of some people.) Then she moved through the trailer checking out EVERYTHING - opening cabinets, etc. Next we had to walk over and see their trailer. We couldn't get away fast enough. I suspect we'll be avoiding this couple for the rest of the winter.

The final thing to take place today was Mark heading to Ocala to take his first banjo lesson. Everybody needs a hobby and Mark's is now Bluegrass banjo playing. Like he said, who can be unhappy when a banjo is playing in the room, or, you never hear a banjo at a funeral!