Purgatory

Saturday Ronny came over, as usual. He said Cris had called and asked if we wanted to go to Purgatorio. I asked where that was, envisioning some gay club in Providence. He said, "No, Purgatory." Well, that one wasn't hard to translate, even for me, but it didn't help.
I asked "Is that Boston or Providence?"
"No, Purgatory."
"Yes, but where is it?"
This went a couple more times, ended up going nowhere. He said he would call Cris. Well, Cris was busy, so he was going to call back.
We start watching TV. Half hour later, Cris calls. They talk. Ronny says to me, "They're in the parking lot" and points to the side of the building.
"They're here NOW??"
"Well, yeah!"
"We're heading to a club at 3?"
"It's not a club!! It's Purgatory!"
Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh. Now I get it. Purgatory Chasm is a park out on Rte 146. A glacier dropped some giant boulders there, so it's a bit more of a rock-climbing experience than your typical walk in the woods.
Ronny and I head downstairs. Cris and Brad (his BF) are in his Jeep Cherokee. I ask who's driving. Ronny and Cris want to take the convertible. Brad is trying desperately to make the Jeep sound like a cool option... We took my car. Brad made a comment about hating convertibles, then wore a grimace of pain all the drive out to the Chasm.
Cris likes bounding around on the rocks. I, however, have NO sense of balance, and was typically lagging behind. I also have a little vertigo-ishness and didn't enjoy peering over any drop-offs.
But I did suggest going for ice cream afterwards, and that was a good suggestion. Ronny likes Coldstone Creamery (I do too...) so we stopped on the way back. Brad apparently doesn't like ice cream either. But the three of us enjoyed ours!
Then Brad & Cris headed home because Brad needed a nap. They said they'd come over later and hang out. I called about 9, Brad said he'd talk to Cris about what they wanted to do. Cris called Ronny about 9:45; they were going to the club in town. Ronny didn't want to, so he said no thanks. So, they didn't come over.