65 Shades of Mayberry

I didn’t want to get too close to THAT book title, but I think you get the reference.

It seems to be becoming a Friday night tradition for those Mayberry W-I-C-K natives who are home to have bar conversations on social media.

When we were growing up, our fall and winter Friday nights typically consisted of going to a football or basketball game, then heading down to a local pizza place to loiter outside, inside and in the parking lot. Overall we were good kids, so the pizza place owner let us hang out as long as many of us were buying. Additionally, the police never made us leave, well, until curfew around midnight.

Now that it’s been more than 20 years since high school, we seem to be finding other places to loiter. On occasion, when we can get out of the house, it’s at a local bar or hometown restaurant. Since most of us have kids, the easiest and least expensive way to loiter and still socialize is via social media.

As I’ve mentioned in one of my other posts (The Craziness that is Mayberry W-I-C-K), those of us from Mayberry W-I-C-K are a little “off” and really are not PC. We don’t have those social filters that most of civilized society does. Not saying that we ALL chew with our mouths open and scratch ourselves in public, but we just speak openly about whatever. To further clarify — Most of us actually do hold down well paid positions and interact in general society in an admirable manner, we just remove all filters when we are together.

Last night’s conversation was started with a repost requesting people to post their deepest secrets. Obviously we went for the best bait possible, not even starting with a 5 cent fake lure.

The conversation quickly became one that really was only appropriate for a fraternity party fueled by multiple kegs and grain alcohol punch. Yet, the puns and prodding continued, no one concerned that comments are there for eternity. I’m sitting here today chuckling and shaking my head that although the conversation was slightly “encouraged” by a few glasses (or bottles) of adult beverages by the participants’ own admission, it would not have been much different with or without drinks. Last counts (as of moments ago), the thread – which is continuing this morning – is nearing 350 comments.

I’d love to share with you the topics we touched on during the conversation, but I can only allude to them via the title I’ve chose for this blog. Please use your imagination. We did, however talk about the Streakfest we’ve tentatively planned (which I mentioned in my other post linked above) and talked about possible slogans and t-shirt designs. This morning the conversation is continuing about how we all need to get a life, that we’d like this Friday nights to continue, someone on the thread needs to deliver breakfast to all of use (skattered across the region) and the landscaping being completed by the local teen detention group. It’s a cacaphony of random thoughts that somehow we just “get.”

Random passers-by on our walls make comments about how stunned and fascinated they are by us. I just consider myself lucky that I can have free entertainment without leaving the comfort of my own home.



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