Grandma Ida again. She used to come visit us here in Salt Lake on a regular basis, every couple of months or so, since she was living in Tucson. My parents often invited her to parties they were going to when she was here, she seemed to like to go and their friends liked her to come. She must have been in her 80’s at the time, but she could party with the best of them.
One of the times when she was up visiting for my high school graduation. 
My best friend’s (Ed) father was here too, although his mother was unable to make the trip from New York. Since Ed’s older brother was a colleague of my father, Ed’s father was invited too. They all went out to a bar in Salt Lake that was called “My Wife’s Place”, which, not because of their behavior, is now names “My X-Wife’s Place.” Being underage at the time, I wasn’t there, but it seems that when everyone else was ready to go, Ida and Ed’s father were just getting warmed up. They hit it off pretty good, in a platonic drinkin’ buddies way, and ended up closing the bar that night. I can still picture my parents and Ed’s brother sitting in a corner falling asleep and Ida and his father party it up until the bartender finally has to ask them to leave so he can lock up.
My best friend’s (Ed) father was here too, although his mother was unable to make the trip from New York. Since Ed’s older brother was a colleague of my father, Ed’s father was invited too. They all went out to a bar in Salt Lake that was called “My Wife’s Place”, which, not because of their behavior, is now names “My X-Wife’s Place.” Being underage at the time, I wasn’t there, but it seems that when everyone else was ready to go, Ida and Ed’s father were just getting warmed up. They hit it off pretty good, in a platonic drinkin’ buddies way, and ended up closing the bar that night. I can still picture my parents and Ed’s brother sitting in a corner falling asleep and Ida and his father party it up until the bartender finally has to ask them to leave so he can lock up.Another time she was at a party at one of my parent’s friend’s house. They lived in an area where a gully bordered their property, so walking around the back yard included a lot of stairs. According to my mother, Ida, glass of Gin in one hand, cigarette in the other, took a tumble down one these short flights of stairs. Eyewitnesses saw her do a full 360 somersault and come up without losing a drop of the gin, cigarette still smoldering. Yup, for all her faults, Ida never believed in wasting a good vice.
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