Rocky Point XIX |
Twenty-five brave Zonies, thanks to the super efforts of Carol Stubbs, congregated at Playa Elegante R.V. Park in Puerto Penasco, Mexico, between May 5th thru 10th. We were greeted by April weather in May (the good news) and near gale force winds starting Friday morning (the not-too-bad news). Lennie Johnson topped the high wind stories with his tale of a Saudi Arabian sand storm which pocked his headlights so the light only travelled 3 feet.
Lennie's better half, Marsha, as well as Larry Stubbs (who wore an interesting variety of T-shirts including "Mensa Lite" and "I married a Lawyer") shared a number of law enforcement stories which made all of us even more grateful for our folks in blue (and khaki), as well as most of us being happy to be in another profession. Bill Taylor and Bruce Stiles touched on their new professions and Michael Hall boasted of having no current occupational duties (obviously a member of the idle rich).
Diana McClure's main squeeze, "Lee the Wizard", entertained us magically between Mariachi band music at one of our dining excursions, while Bob Hirschfeld played violin with the band on a couple of others. Speaking of Bob, he hosted a Sunday brunch at "Casa de Fugitivo", which was well-provisioned by Tyger Gilbert & Libby (shrimp omelettes, chorizo). Ken Brown (Menudo) and Arleen Williams & Hardy Landskov (fruit salad and extra labor).
Scott Kelley brought his brother and dad in tow, while Pete Constantino, his daughter Mandy, and her boyfriend helped keep the campground lively and guarded while others were off doing the town. John Perez caught up on a little reading while basking in the shade, often while others were shopping.
On one shopping trip someone asked Joice Braden if she wanted to go. She replied, "Sure," and in the same breath asked hubby, "Chuck, give me your wallet!". He asked why she didn't just take what she needed, but she thought she might need it all. Chuck was also a little ill part of the time (any connection here?).
As for me, I just was my normal, reticent self, waiting for quotes such as when Carol and Libby tried to talk two women into joining us at our nightly campfire (one of which had a marshmallow food fight). After giving the pitch, Carol said "We have single men". By the looks on their faces they as much as said "We don't have to be in Mensa to know those guys are single". Another time, after I told the group I belonged to the 12 step program, On and On Anon , John said, "You don't talk too much, Mel". That was the patronization of the trip.
If nothing else, the outing reinforced both my love of my fellow Mensans, their friends, significant others, etc., as well as my belief that Life's greatest treasure lies in human personality.