July in April

Susan and I just returned from a much-anticipated dinner with five other friends, a.k.a. the "Gang of Seven," hosted by one of the other couples at their apartment. Most years, we get together as a group for the Fourth of July weekend, at the country place in Connecticut of one of the other couples. We discuss books and foreign policy, gossip a bit, and just enjoy each other's company. Good food and wine stimulate our conversation; long walks and rowing a boat on the lake stimulate our appetite and thirst. Upon parting tonight, we began formulating plans for our next get-together.