It’s Flag Day at AI-XXIX and the Stans are gradually assembling at AI-HQ for day 3 of action and somnambulance. By 7 pm on Day 1 everyone had made their way here and the frivolity commenced in earnest as well as in Highlands. The BD & Papa Nick feted the assemblage with one phenomenal pizza after another. Stans got caught up with another’s comings & going since the last AI ensued fueled by several (sic) bottles of wine and a few Stanhattans.
Day 2 was marked by the occasional rain shower, games of spades, scribbage, blockhead, 9 holes of golf and repeated trips for Ari in his now favorite mode of transportation the “golf cart.”
The BD came through on schedule as she always does with a feast of pigs in blankets, tater tots, mustard slaw, piles of fried chicken and banana pudding. The evening was kind of quiet, at least by AI standards, but things picked up to the sound of shattering glassware. This seemed to energize the group. The party moved inside and a duel for attention and volume began between the OG Stans (Rich, Gordon, Jim & the TD) who were playing YouTube videos (again) and the young Stans who were seated around the dining room table trying to play a game amid the din. Despite their proximity conversation was impossible so, in what will be remembered as a sea change in hierarchy at The AI, Nick was drafted to ask the OG’s to turn it down, which he bravely did.
The torch has been passed.
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