Last night was the real Light Tour before the Master’s Miata Club’s Holiday Party. On the way over to the meeting place we drove right by one of the houses and, gasp, it wasn’t lit up. Turned out that one other house on the abbreviated tour was dark as well, but neither was an issue because we skipped going by house number one and the second one was right next door to one was blazing in full glory. As with most Club gatherings everyone had a great time chatting and just hanging out. I was worried about time, but didn’t have to be because as I guessed we didn’t get going until well after the appointed start time.
There was plentiful and varied party food stuffs, but as always the highlight of the evening is the gift swap. The poor person who drew number 17, who was seated next to us, had barely finished opening his package before my wife, #18, claimed it from him. She liked the silver painted wire reindeer, the container of cashews included didn’t hurt either. I was #27 and when my turn came I snagged a eclectic Christmas tree looking decoration. I’m sure the poor fellow, who was like #3, was sure he was stuck with the thing. But both Donna and I found it intriguing, so I took it from him. He picked another gift and it worked out well for him, but only for a short time. He unwrapped a really nice clock that looked like a car wheel, I think the next person up took it right out of hands, sending him back under the tree.