Friday night, my neighborhood Bunco group had our annual progressive party to celebrate the holiday season. We started out at my house with appetizers and festive Frost Bite Martinis, walked down the street to play Bunco (and eat more appetizers) at another house and finished the night by walking around the corner for decadent chocolate martinis, dessert (tiramisu cake) and a gift exchange.
Our Bunco group is over twenty years old and still going strong. People have moved away, lost their battle with cancer and dropped out for various other reasons. We started with preschoolers and now have weddings and grandchildren on the horizon. But, the core group is still active and we meet once a month even if it turns out to be a smaller than normal group and we talk rather than actually playing Bunco.
Our traditions remain the same year after year and the progressive holiday Bunco is a highlight that brings us many wonderful memories. Many years, we have walked through deep snow to get to our next stop, but we were definitely laughing all the way. One year, I think there were even snow angels involved. After twenty plus years, the stories are plentiful and the retelling is half the fun. It's a group of friends worth holding on to.