Our Family Believes in the Party

I have been asked for a party report. It all came off without a hitch, even though I was burning the CD party favors up until the taxi came to take us to the airport. On Saturday night, we took my parents to Lindbergh's Crossing in Portsmouth as a decoy. We kept telling them we couldn't afford a party since we just bought a house last December and my sister closed on hers on the 26th. They bought it. We had a lovely dinner. We sampled the escargot and the cheese course. We had haddock, boulliabase, duck, and tenderloin. We finished with a medium rare chocolate cake and a coconut cheesecake. Oh, and it's my new favorite restaurant because I got carded.

On Saturday afternoon, my mother called her grand-nieces to talk to them and beans were spilt. Alexa told her that Baby Kate had a new dress and she had light up shoes for the party. We told my mother she must have just meant the brunch we were planning to have with my aunt and grandmother, and the story was bought. About 40 people showed up and boy were my parents surprised. Two groomsmen came--one of them I tracked down via the internet--and my parents were floored. They haven't seen them since 1983. It was a nice combination of family and friends. T-Bones, not my first choice but it ended up being scrumptious and affordable, did a really nice job. My cousin's sister-in-law did the flowers and they were lovely. My cousin made a beautiful cake with royal icing daisies that stood on the top of the cake. My mother cried when she saw the cd cover--a picture of her and my father at their wedding next to a photo of them dancing at mine. She was even more pleased with the songs we had chosen. She told anyone who would listen the significance of each song we chose. My father asked, "Where's the AC/DC?" I told my sister we needed one of their songs, but she claims she was just thinking of the older relatives. I don't know how my cousin did it, but she managed to put these tiny daisies we bought onto the sacks of Jordan almonds. My sister and I couldn't make them look good. I don't know where we would have been with out my cousin; she booked the restaurant, acted as the contact, baked the cake, got the flowers, stuck the daisies on the tulle, and set up. Really, she deserved the acknowledgment I gave her before the toast. (The one I wrote at 6:00 am on Sunday.)

And the Souvenir Sampler was very well received. My mother hugged it. Pictures as soon as she remembers.