Friday night I checked the first of three parties I've been planning off my list. Beer at the Ballet was a hit and I had a great time participating as an event committee member. I spent part of the night "bartending" at the Yazoo station. Who knew there was such an art to being a beer wench?
Saturday I woke up bright and early for a hike at Radnor with my faves. As part of my doggy-custody responsibilty (the parentals were at the beach for Dad's 60th birthday), I decided to take Shelden for his morning walk before the hike. As I rounded the corner of our block, a tyrannosaurus disguised as a husky came trotting up to us with no owner or leash in sight. Trying to avoid an awkward meet-up I quickened my pace, only to be met with resistance from my 60 pound stubborn-as-hell pitbull. Of course the minute the two "met" snarls broke loose and I was faced with a full fledged dog fight. I tried my best to separate the two, and luckily the husky backed off fairly easily. After calling his owner like a crazy person (I'm sure they didn't appreciate the 7:45 wake up call), they arrived to retrieve their pooch and all was right in Oak Hill. Goose pranced away unscathed; I unfortunatly was covered in dog stink and mosquito bites.
The rest of the day was filled with sisty hang out time watching Transformers 2 On Demand (because, obviously) and then white-knuckling it through torrential rain to pick up Dad and the Looch at the airport. Spent the evening babysitting the sweet four - they are always such a pleasure.
Sunday I braved a trip to Armageddon to search for engagement party decorations. In the ever-increasing vocabulary of the Reich's, Armageddon is what we call the Goodwill Outlet store. Everything for sale is thrown haphazardly into giant bins and you're charged by the pound for your treasures. As much as I loathe going, it seriously is the best place in town to thrift. We arrived right as the doors were opening for business and I had the pleasure (misfortune?) of witnessing The Shoe Frenzy. Apparently there are groups of people who are paid to go there and hoard as many shoes as possible. They sell them to charities who supply them to third-world countries. It's difficult to describe the scene that unfolds when these people are collecting the shoes. They wait in a large cluster by the loading doors and as soon as the bins are rolled out they nearly dive into them, throwing as many as they can into their carts. It sounds like thunder as hundreds of shoes hit the wire baskets - madness.
We hit two more thrift stores after that, and after a total of $17 spent, ended up with this:
The plan is to collect colored glass votive holders, mason jars, and other delightful treasures and sprinkle them as centerpieces down the tables. Still a lot more collecting to do (especially for some other fun things I don't want to mention just yet...shh!) but luckily I inherited the Looch's love of "junking", so I'm confident we'll have more than enough to style the party exactly how I imagine. Yay!
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