Not Unlike a Typical Day with BP

It's hard sometimes, to explain BP and the friendships that have been made there.  The '04 staff is easy, we worked together, but when you get to talking about landlady-to-be (church?  we worked at the same place different summers?  counselor?), Dusty (the creepiest of all- I was in 8th grade when he was on summer staff), and the Malkemeses (former counselors, bosses, brother's landlords, always role models), the exact origin of the relationships get more complicated.  And then there's Keith.  Counselor, boss, friend, or none of the above?  Who knows. 

Sarah (wife of Keith) invited me over for dinner last night.  Just as I was about to call Keith from the T stop, however, to ask if it was OK that I was going to be about 15-20 minutes early, I got a message from him explaining that due to a mix up, Sarah was actually going to be gone for dinner (to go to a focus group… on oranges).  My invitation was still open, he said, and could be rescheduled anytime.  Or I could go over anyway, and have pizza with him and the boys.  "Um, I'm already here."  So dinner with the boys it was.  A lot of the night went like this:

Keith: What do you want on your pizza?  You can have anything you like.  We've got onions, peppers, pepperoni, sausages…

Moi: Oh, that all sounds great.

(Keith checks fridge)

Keith: Um, what I actually meant was, do you want pepperoni or cheese on your pizza?

(later)

Keith: What do you want to drink?  Does coke sound good?

Moi: Yeah, I like coke.

(Keith checks coke)

Keith: Actually, it's flat coke, is that OK?

(still later)

Keith: Uh, how would you like to babysit for a few minutes while I go pick up Sarah?

But I loved the haphazard nature of the night.  Surprises are what BP is all about.  It also helped that Joseph and Timothy were hilarious.  Three-year-old pirate Joseph apparently has a brilliant strategy in which he does something bad, gets reprimanded, but then says, "It's OK, Mom, I was just pretending to be naughty."  And Timothy?  I think my favorite moment of the night was when we found him bent over, head on the floor, butt sticking up, each little baby hand clutching an ice cube, and unsure how to move.  He sort of had to just rest his heavy head for awhile.  Oh, and Sarah's brownies and tea were mighty fine, too.