How High the Moon

Sarah and Trish very kindly wrote nice things about our party here and here, so I don’t have to boast. Suffice it to say I enjoyed it lots, and it made us want to do it all over again and invite all the people I forgot to send invites to this time. I also wish I’d taken more and better pics, but here are a couple.





As with most parties, I often enjoy the set up as much as the actual event. This one was a good team effort. We met at noon, and began cleaning, stringing lights, and pulling tables around. An interesting piece of trivia: the tables at Lindsay Gardens pavilion are the heaviest in the western hemisphere. Who knew? (And may those who helped us put them back in position after the party be blessed with happiness and green traffic lights for the rest of their days).

Our (I use “our” loosely) greatest feat of athleticism, however, involved getting the overhead lights up. We had big white globes, that you can't even SEE in those stupid pics, attached to miles of extension cords, and Rachel the arborist was in charge of climbing into the rafters minus ropes, while Marie and I looked on nervously and (at least I did) calculated our ability to catch her weight if she fell, and thought about how it would put a bit of a dampener on the party if they main hostess was in hospital with a cracked skull.

Then we took “shifts” at the site, watching over our efforts until party time. I had the most beautiful nap lying on the sun on one of the tables (another trivia fact: Lindsay Gardens pavilion tables are extremely comfortable to sleep on when you’re filthy dirty and tired).

And getting filthy dirty only makes it more pleasant to shower and get all tarted up and dance the night away…