For a few years, the Carnival intensely supported one another by having a good time ... all of the time.
Members came and went, there were lavish theme parties, live music, exotic destinations, a smoky white cloud, skinny dips and alcohol were all factors.
Damn we had fun!
We committed sins and forgave ourselves then committed more.
We also shared deeply as best of friends do and now, a deep abiding sense of loving respect binds us together even when it's rare because our lives have moved on.
Children, jobs, circumstances and deaths changed things.
"Life moves on," the Beatles remind us.
Still, when the Carnival assembles, the magic's still there.
Celebrate the arrival of Che, a large collection laugh out front ... a smaller collection are on the back porch where the Bar's set up ... as I stand in the Living Room cheering on the Beloved Dogs of Georgia where I can't help but notice everyone watching with me is a Lesbian.
Sarah and I have lots of friends who are gay.
But it's pretty funny the only ones watching football is them and me.
The Carnival came bearing gifts presented with great affection and laughter.
As the night winds down, the original members sit on the front porch and talk in the night ... pay homage to Roma, Dedra, and the other missing in action ... but share how our lives have changed for the better ... how good things are ... what we'd like to see ... quietly and lovingly supporting the change.
It abruptly ends with quick goodbyes, boxes of food and a car load of baby things.
Sarah and I make the short drive home under a pitch black sky with millions of God's little lanterns twinkling on and off.
We are blissfully aware of how blessed we are.
The great thing though is ... in a matter of days ... another blessings coming.
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