went upstairs to kiss a fella . . . I’ll take “Elementary school rhymes” for 300, Alex.
Ball night. Number 18 for us. Not our 18th ball, but Josh’s 18th birthday in the Marine Corps. I loved my dress because it had a great story to go along with it. Who finds their ball gown at a garage sale in a pile of clothes next to the live turkeys?
The sister necklace went perfectly with this dress — Thanks Wendy!!
The food was great — especially the potato leek soup with basil pesto oil.
Also a highlight? The cheese plate that came as part of the dessert course. Most people were full by then so there was plenty of cheese and grapes for us. A peppered gouda was my favorite. It felt like we were back in Crete eating grapes and cheeses for dinner.
The waitress saw that we were enjoying it so she kept bringing Josh the untouched platters from the other tables.
Then we danced along with the live band until my feet gave out and we headed home. And to end a great night on an even better note, we came home to four sleeping kids in a silent house. Only two more birthdays before retirement . . .