I'm still not sure if the above evaluation condemns the one who said it (oh all right, it was me) or the object under consideration.

If it's something to eat or drink, I think it means I had very low expectations and this surpassed it. Or it could mean I had high expectations and didn't think the menu could live up to it and it actually came closer that I thought it would.

If it's a weekend of friends and family in our home, it means having 9 people in 1400 square feet with one shower and one DVR, and living to tell about it.

Either way, it's a win-win.

We did just act as tour guides and hosts of a weekend of debauchery and partying. If driving a 15 passenger van around the county all day, going to dinner, then ending at our house for a bonfire and marshmallow roasting that was pretty much over by eight o'clock qualifies as a party weekend, then we succeeded.

All the friends seemed to enjoy it. I did. Hubby did.

We're all getting a little older and gnarled and there was a teensy bit of complaint about climbing into the rear seat of the van. But the final evaluation of one friend was that she's too old to party with the Padgetts any more.

Since the Padgetts were in bed watching college football by ten pm (the team played in Hawaii, so it was only 7 pm there, thank you for asking), anyone who can't keep up with us must be really old. Like... like, fifty, at least. Or almost. Maybe fifty in February.

I'll be fifty soon, too. Well, in 16 months or so. I hope it's not as bad as I think it will be.