The Boy Posse

This weekend I will travel to Milford, PA; the new-ish home of my dear friend Greg (http://www.gzuk.com/), to celebrate his birthday. I will go and hang there with my beloved boy posse. What straight woman doesn't want to surround herself with handsome, witty, and intelligent men - even if they are gay? Unfortunately, my posse is now one boy short.

The last time I was with the full boy posse was the last weekend in July to celebrate my birthday. The posse converged at my house on a beautiful Saturday morning for a day at the beach. We packed up the cars and set off for the sun, sand, and surf of Island Beach State Park.

It was a great day! There is nothing better than spending time in the place you love most with the people you love most. The water was perfect - warm enough to stay in for hours, cool enough to keep the jellyfish at bay. Everyone enjoyed the water, but John Henry and I stayed in for hours. We talked about future collaborations for our businesses, the big move to Australia, and stopping at the fish market on the way home because he was craving clams. All this while we jumped the waves way out in the ocean. In his very John Henry way, when a big wave would come he would dive underneath it and come bursting out the top with his leg up in the air and his arms fluttering into a contorted pose - an impromptu interpretive water ballet. We would crack up laughing, as usual. My favorite, though, was when he burst out of the water with both arms high over his head and at the highest point he would open them in a sweeping motion as if presenting me with the world - it was his sun salutation. Such a fitting pose for his personality.

We only left the water when the lifeguards closed down the beach due to impending thunderstorms, but our first stop was the fish market where John Henry bought a bag of 100 little neck clams. We brought them home, cooked em' up, and had a feast. We spent the night playing games, teasing my dogger - Bailey, and enjoying the cupcakes he had brought all the way down from the city on a bus.

My boy posse, as usual, wrapped me in a blanket of love - a sun salutation. I've just started back to Yoga this week and each time I do the sun salutation, I now think of that glorious day. So this weekend I will wrap one of the longest members of my boy posse in a blanket of love and start on the next set of memories. I hope you all are doing the same with your respective "posses."