Tonight Frank & I were invited over to dinner at our friends’ house. After dinner we were sitting and talking. Our friends’ 12 year old daughter was right there at the table the entire time. After a while, Lisa says to her daughter, “You never hang out with the adults. I thought adults were boring. ”
“They usually are.” Then to us, “But you’re interesting.”
I don’t think it had anything at all to do with my fascination with the bottle of cinnamon schnapps that had gold flakes floating in it. Nope. Couldn’t have. “That can’t be real gold. How how that be gold? Why would they put gold flakes in a bottle of schnapps? If you buy a bunch of bottles and filter out the gold, could you bring it to someone & they can make a ring out of it? ”
Lisa poured me some. “You know what I want to do? I want to stick my finger in there and see if they feel solid” And i did attempt to pick up a flake. “It doesn’t feel solid. It’s soft.”
“Well gold is a soft metal,” John said.
I squished it between my fingers. I stared at the bottle some more. “I still can’t believe that’s real gold.”
Somehow I doubt our friends ever had dinner guests who stuck their fingers into glasses of schnapps. But that couldn’t be why I’d be interesting. On the other hand, at least we didn’t play games with quarters and break their crystal glasses. (Apparently other dinner guests did that.)
So, how did the party turn out?
I always wondered about the gold in those bottles too.