. . . Dear Saint Stanislaus
When I was a little girl, a trip to the doctor was always a real production. From my mother’s fear of needles (and insistence that my sister and I not be subjected to them) to my own fear that something exciting would happen in the neighborhood while we were gone, it’s a wonder that we ever made it at all. But with a little teamwork, we managed to arrive for scheduled visits and Dr. Bob always gave us a lollipop to suck on as we wiped the salty tears from our faces.
I don’t take mom to the doctor anymore and they don’t give out candy to “Big Girls.” Something I had to learn to live without when I turned sixteen and was informed that I couldn’t go to the pediatrician anymore. Horrors! Ever since, I’ve been on my own. So, minus said lollipop, I headed to Fountain of Juice after my checkup on Tuesday. One smoothie and oatmeal cream pie later, I wasn’t even thinking about the boo boo on my arm.
I continued my quest for health and wellness at Allyson Moody’s house on Thursday. We had salmon on toast points, artichokes and (my famous) kitchen sink remoulade, coconut milk soup and a salad that was fan-freakin-tastic! Afterwards we were treated to a presentation on spring cleaning the gunk from our pantries – and our bodies – and I emerged feeling much more wise and savvy than I had been earlier in the day. Juice Plus has managed to take the overwhelming anxiety out of getting your daily dose of fruits & veggies. I'm in.
Friday night I put everything I learned about health and wellness on the back burner and joined the Full Monty cast for a party at Gail Johnson’s. Gail puts “the decadence” into any party spread and one begins to feel that, much like a goldfish, they might just eat enough that they will float, belly up, to the top of the bowl.
On Saturday, I moved it on into the kitchen - Bonnie Star’s kitchen to be exact. Bonnie is so talented & lovely and was so very complimentary of my performance as Twink in Dearly Beloved that I found it hard not to blush. If you missed taking a peek at her exquisite kitchen - you truly missed out. My cohorts and I played with puppies, flirted with policemen and gabbed our way through this year’s Le Tour shift. By far - the low point of the experience was watching women drag their husbands through kitchens on such a beautiful day, mere paces from the golf course. Poor dears! My shift was over before I knew it and I was on my way to the Saint Stanislaus Day Neighborhood Street Party.
The party was quite a treat! Joellen Spivey, Seth Bush, our own Terrell Sandefur and crew outdid themselves, to say the least. "Best dressed" goes to Anna and Ellie Mincey. Their tutu’s were just precious and they looked like little pink confections. Adorable! "Mr. & Mrs. Congeniality" goes to their parents David and Tracie, who are always so warm and friendly. Members of the Polar Bear Club (those brave enough to jump in Terrell’s pool) include Jack Jenkins, Amy Hellis, Charley Hellis and me.
The after-party was a triple threat. The John Spivey Tuna Steaks, the Barbara Jenkins Special Sauce and the Jack Jenkins Home Brew were enough to make me woozy with epicurean pleasure. Enjoying these delights as well were: Joellen, Anna Stripling, Hal & Jill McSwain, and Robin & Rob Craig.
Saint Stanislaus shall go right next to Saint Christopher in my heart. His affinity for healing and commitment to making each day perfect has given me so many reasons to smile.
aS
Hot This Week!
Macon Gardens, Mansions & Moonlight. May 2nd – 4th. Visit Macon in May and tour stunning secret gardens and handsome historic homes!
Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . .
Chastain Park: Alison Krauss & Robert Plant, Thursday, July 10th @ 8pm Be forewarned . . . I will do just about anything to get tickets to this show.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunset to Sunrise
. . . I Don't Do Early Mornings
But maybe that's because I got my hands on a little POT this week as well. I joined fellow Macon Arts Board members to set-up the Round Building for Fired Works. It went just as you might imagine. Some of us were too high (on ladders hanging banners), some of us were just being silly (and got simple jobs like moving boxes) and some of us were up to our eyeballs in the POT (setting up the displays.) But one thing is for sure - at one point or another, we were all standing around and scarfing down pizza to appease those pesky munchies. I almost made myself sick!
Then came the weekend. Oh goodness.
I truly couldn't have scripted a more perfect Friday. I started the day with Lee. Lee works at the little gas station across from the Tubman. He, proving that chivalry is not dead, pumps my gas for me and professes that "the sun always comes out from behind the clouds" when I drive up. What can I say - I'm a lucky girl.
After that, I took the sunshine with me out to Walnut Creek to meet up with the Rotary Cooking Committee for a little fun in the kitchen. We made sausage & cheese apps, Walnut Creek Salad, Sea Island Cornbread, and a low country boil that would have made your toes curl. I mean - we could have played a game of softball with the crab legs.
Later on I was invited to join the cast of The Full Monty for a soiree at Chris Abbott's new house. The Shirley Hills cottage is JUST DARLING and Chris is certainly Macon's hottest new hostess with the most-ess. He even saw to it that I enjoyed a late night serenade . . . Baxter James (on guitar) & Trevor Chatfield (on violin.) My coach turned into a pumpkin long before the fun was over.
After sleeping well into Saturday, I awoke to the age-old dilemma . . . what ever was I going to wear to the ball? If you would be shocked to hear that I wore only a silk trench coat, then you'll just have to join the "well I never" crowd. O.k. - so a Vera Wang slip peeked out from underneath, making me a tad more Maggie the Cat than Sue Ellen Ewing. Nevertheless - from Idle Hour, to Party of the Year, to Natalia's and even on to After-Party of the Year . . . the end result was the same and I felt oh so scandalously delicious in my daring & experimental couture.
Sunday proved to be the perfect end to a pretty darn wonderful week when I joined Amy (Hellis) for a beautiful hike. The canopy of trees, the frilly little ferns . . . the gorgeous green splendor of it all made my heart swell. The air was clean and fresh and, for a moment, I thought that I could imagine what it must feel like to take your very first breath.
In honor of Earth Day, it was so great to remember what it's like to feel the climb burn in my thighs, to feel the dirt run through my fingers, to relish the taste of plain old fashioned cold water - and, especially, even to stand still and just . . . breathe.
aS
Hot This Week!
The Full Monty at Theatre Macon
Le Tour of Kitchens, featuring beautiful kitchens from the St. Andrews/Country Club area in Macon.
4/26 Methodist Children's Home
Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . .
Macon Gardens, Mansions & Moonlight. May 2nd – 4th.
Visit Macon in May and tour stunning secret gardens and handsome historic homes!
Chastain Park: Alison Krauss & Robert Plant, Thursday, July 10th @ 8pm Be forewarned . . . I will do just about anything to get tickets to this show.
But maybe that's because I got my hands on a little POT this week as well. I joined fellow Macon Arts Board members to set-up the Round Building for Fired Works. It went just as you might imagine. Some of us were too high (on ladders hanging banners), some of us were just being silly (and got simple jobs like moving boxes) and some of us were up to our eyeballs in the POT (setting up the displays.) But one thing is for sure - at one point or another, we were all standing around and scarfing down pizza to appease those pesky munchies. I almost made myself sick!
Then came the weekend. Oh goodness.
I truly couldn't have scripted a more perfect Friday. I started the day with Lee. Lee works at the little gas station across from the Tubman. He, proving that chivalry is not dead, pumps my gas for me and professes that "the sun always comes out from behind the clouds" when I drive up. What can I say - I'm a lucky girl.
After that, I took the sunshine with me out to Walnut Creek to meet up with the Rotary Cooking Committee for a little fun in the kitchen. We made sausage & cheese apps, Walnut Creek Salad, Sea Island Cornbread, and a low country boil that would have made your toes curl. I mean - we could have played a game of softball with the crab legs.
Later on I was invited to join the cast of The Full Monty for a soiree at Chris Abbott's new house. The Shirley Hills cottage is JUST DARLING and Chris is certainly Macon's hottest new hostess with the most-ess. He even saw to it that I enjoyed a late night serenade . . . Baxter James (on guitar) & Trevor Chatfield (on violin.) My coach turned into a pumpkin long before the fun was over.
After sleeping well into Saturday, I awoke to the age-old dilemma . . . what ever was I going to wear to the ball? If you would be shocked to hear that I wore only a silk trench coat, then you'll just have to join the "well I never" crowd. O.k. - so a Vera Wang slip peeked out from underneath, making me a tad more Maggie the Cat than Sue Ellen Ewing. Nevertheless - from Idle Hour, to Party of the Year, to Natalia's and even on to After-Party of the Year . . . the end result was the same and I felt oh so scandalously delicious in my daring & experimental couture.
Sunday proved to be the perfect end to a pretty darn wonderful week when I joined Amy (Hellis) for a beautiful hike. The canopy of trees, the frilly little ferns . . . the gorgeous green splendor of it all made my heart swell. The air was clean and fresh and, for a moment, I thought that I could imagine what it must feel like to take your very first breath.
In honor of Earth Day, it was so great to remember what it's like to feel the climb burn in my thighs, to feel the dirt run through my fingers, to relish the taste of plain old fashioned cold water - and, especially, even to stand still and just . . . breathe.
aS
Hot This Week!
The Full Monty at Theatre Macon
Le Tour of Kitchens, featuring beautiful kitchens from the St. Andrews/Country Club area in Macon.
4/26 Methodist Children's Home
Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . .
Macon Gardens, Mansions & Moonlight. May 2nd – 4th.
Visit Macon in May and tour stunning secret gardens and handsome historic homes!
Chastain Park: Alison Krauss & Robert Plant, Thursday, July 10th @ 8pm Be forewarned . . . I will do just about anything to get tickets to this show.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
April Showers
. . . 'Cause Tonight For The First Time
That's right ladies, it'z rrr-rainin' men! So don't be afraid to go on out in the front yard in your housecoat and get "absolutely soakin' wet." Yes, that's right . . . I'm a thirty-something year old grown-up real live woman who still plays in the rain. You should try it some time.
What you can't afford to miss out on is The Full Monty. Where do I begin? Swooooon! Oh yes - Baxter James. Precious Baxter James will make you weak in the knees. You can't get more handsome and strapping than Tom Morris. David Lintz broke my heart with a struggle that I could feel in my bones. And show-stealing moments from Mark Brooker and Jackie McNair will bring you out of your seat.
I can't even begin to tell you (without tears) how smitten I was with Molly Stevens, Katy Thompson and Gail Johnson for giving us a peek at three women whose courage, empathy and spirit speak to the heart of Real Live Women everywhere. Mine is flat out swollen with pride.
Jim Darling, you are such a treasure . . . the likes of which I have never seen before. Ladies & Gentleman, DO NOT MISS THIS SHOW!
And, as it would turn out, the show set the tone for my week and rain it did. I came home to a note on my door from my friend Wesley (a real "Bert Dasher") who never tires of telling me how beautiful and talented I am. He's also the dear who scanned slides of my artwork onto disk for me, so take a look if you feel the itch - we're on facebook now.
I know you would have gotten a kick to see the scene that ensued when the concrete crew in the parking lot at the office was cat-calling "oh yeah, I know what to do with that" and "I can spank that (a double s) for you baby you know I can" after me. Followed by my holding back Josh & Matt (who had been observing behind the tinted glass) from racing out there to defend my honor. I'm tellin' ya . . . Izzzz rainin' men.
The storm let up a bit for Tabitha Walker's birthday. The ladies far outnumbered the men and were in full force for a Mexican Fiesta and a bit of bowling at Ten Pin Alley. Ten Pin Alley, where (by the way) I bowled my very first strike, is a "do not pass go, do not collect two hundred . . . " you get the idea. I just loved it to pieces and they only keep one of your shoes behind the counter so I was getting this whole Cinderella vibe when our game was over.
Last but certainly not least, you just have to check out Thai Kitchen in Warner Robins. If I am willing to drive there . . . you know it's good! I've been a bit sickly and without much of an appetite lately so I was willing to try anything. This shack hit the spot and I ate like it was my very first meal. The Tom Kha, the dumplings, the Pad Se-iew, oh my heavens THE SWEET . . . STICKY . . . . RICE - - WITH PAPAYA. Ease on down there and "get you some."
I'll be right here. Biding my time, waiting (ever so reluctantly) for the storm to pass, and taking meticulous notes on EVERY minute of it!
aS
Hot This Week!
The Full Monty at Theatre Macon
4/18 Fired Works Preview Party
I can get you tickets . . . Just call 718-7471!
4/19 Party of the Year
4/19 Hay Day
4/22 Earth Day Celebration
Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . .
Macon Gardens, Mansions & Moonlight. May 2nd – 4th.
Visit Macon in May and tour stunning secret gardens and handsome historic homes!
Le Tour of Kitchens, featuring beautiful kitchens from the St. Andrews/Country Club area in Macon.
Chastain Park: Alison Krauss & Robert Plant, Thursday, July 10th @ 8pm Be forewarned . . . I will do just about anything to get tickets to this show.
That's right ladies, it'z rrr-rainin' men! So don't be afraid to go on out in the front yard in your housecoat and get "absolutely soakin' wet." Yes, that's right . . . I'm a thirty-something year old grown-up real live woman who still plays in the rain. You should try it some time.
What you can't afford to miss out on is The Full Monty. Where do I begin? Swooooon! Oh yes - Baxter James. Precious Baxter James will make you weak in the knees. You can't get more handsome and strapping than Tom Morris. David Lintz broke my heart with a struggle that I could feel in my bones. And show-stealing moments from Mark Brooker and Jackie McNair will bring you out of your seat.
I can't even begin to tell you (without tears) how smitten I was with Molly Stevens, Katy Thompson and Gail Johnson for giving us a peek at three women whose courage, empathy and spirit speak to the heart of Real Live Women everywhere. Mine is flat out swollen with pride.
Jim Darling, you are such a treasure . . . the likes of which I have never seen before. Ladies & Gentleman, DO NOT MISS THIS SHOW!
And, as it would turn out, the show set the tone for my week and rain it did. I came home to a note on my door from my friend Wesley (a real "Bert Dasher") who never tires of telling me how beautiful and talented I am. He's also the dear who scanned slides of my artwork onto disk for me, so take a look if you feel the itch - we're on facebook now.
I know you would have gotten a kick to see the scene that ensued when the concrete crew in the parking lot at the office was cat-calling "oh yeah, I know what to do with that" and "I can spank that (a double s) for you baby you know I can" after me. Followed by my holding back Josh & Matt (who had been observing behind the tinted glass) from racing out there to defend my honor. I'm tellin' ya . . . Izzzz rainin' men.
The storm let up a bit for Tabitha Walker's birthday. The ladies far outnumbered the men and were in full force for a Mexican Fiesta and a bit of bowling at Ten Pin Alley. Ten Pin Alley, where (by the way) I bowled my very first strike, is a "do not pass go, do not collect two hundred . . . " you get the idea. I just loved it to pieces and they only keep one of your shoes behind the counter so I was getting this whole Cinderella vibe when our game was over.
Last but certainly not least, you just have to check out Thai Kitchen in Warner Robins. If I am willing to drive there . . . you know it's good! I've been a bit sickly and without much of an appetite lately so I was willing to try anything. This shack hit the spot and I ate like it was my very first meal. The Tom Kha, the dumplings, the Pad Se-iew, oh my heavens THE SWEET . . . STICKY . . . . RICE - - WITH PAPAYA. Ease on down there and "get you some."
I'll be right here. Biding my time, waiting (ever so reluctantly) for the storm to pass, and taking meticulous notes on EVERY minute of it!
aS
Hot This Week!
The Full Monty at Theatre Macon
4/18 Fired Works Preview Party
I can get you tickets . . . Just call 718-7471!
4/19 Party of the Year
4/19 Hay Day
4/22 Earth Day Celebration
Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . .
Macon Gardens, Mansions & Moonlight. May 2nd – 4th.
Visit Macon in May and tour stunning secret gardens and handsome historic homes!
Le Tour of Kitchens, featuring beautiful kitchens from the St. Andrews/Country Club area in Macon.
Chastain Park: Alison Krauss & Robert Plant, Thursday, July 10th @ 8pm Be forewarned . . . I will do just about anything to get tickets to this show.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Coast to Coast
I spent Spring Break at the Sandefur Compound. And, if I do say so myself . . . as house-sitter extraordinaire . . . I think I did quite well. I kept most of the animals alive, the staff in line and the house did not burn down. We did have the unfortunate loss of a shark – whose friends promptly devoured him - super ICK! But the cat’s, hamster, other fish, cannibalistic sharks (I know, it’s like the Museum of Arts & Sandefur) and I got along just fine. So, here are the highlights:
Dinner at the Jenkins
Top of the list! Southern hospitality and charm are blossoming quite beautifully in Stanislaus. Growing up, I lived on PioNono in the little Tudor behind the Comer’s and I spent many summer days playing across the street and through the little peninsula of a park. So the walk that I took around the circle to the home of Jack and Barbara Jenkins was quite a nostalgic one. And much to my delight, the neighborhood camaraderie was just as I had remembered it. Jack and Barbara are both so lovely and the most gracious hosts!
The fresh, Saint George Island, fin-flapping entrée that was caught, cooked and compliments of the Spiveys was amazing! Everyone was just darling to me. It was an absolute itty bitty vacation, complete with a gaggle of children and sleeping bags galore. And I’ll have to tell you that the stroll home was even a bit like the drive home after a beach trip – leaving me a little weepy to leave the wonderful behind.
First Friday
I spent First Friday with Amy, Jozi and Charley Hellis. We took a nice little stroll from Macon Arts, through Ginger Michelle, and down to Spaghetti Alley for some supper. The fantastic hors d’eouvres (Market City Café) that I scarfed down at Ginger Michelle left me no room for dinner so I ordered a glass of Sun Garden ready to call it a day. Still Amy coaxed me into trying her pasta . . . holy-moly that stuff was good! In the words of the Govenator . . . I’ll be back. Little did I know that First Friday had a bit of, yet-to-be-revealed, magic up her sleeve in store for me . . .
Somewhere In Time
When I was a very little girl, Amy’s last name was McCullough and she would often come over to “babysit.” As shocking as this is by today’s standards (she is not but a couple of years older than me), let’s remember that this was the ‘80’s and that children also frequently rode seat-belt-less on the front seat armrest . . . which I called “the hump.” Anyhoo - On one of these days Amy dressed me up in one of her ballet costumes, placed a tiara on my head and made me feel like the most beautiful little girl in the whole wide world. I have kept the picture that she took of me and, when showing it to her the other night, Charley said “Mommy I know where that dress is!” Before long Charley was in the dress and dancing around as beautifully as I had felt the day that I wore it. It was magic . . . the memory, the dress, the night. Just pure magic!
Myspace, Flickr & More – Oh my!
Toast of the Townies can now get even more scoop. We have created Toast of the Town Profiles on both MySpace and Flickr. See Terrell in California, my personal favorite pictures and much more. Click, click, click! On another note – Allyson Moody introduced me to Facebook & Scrabulous. We are now both in the throes of a nasty little addiction. Anybody know a word with three I’s an N and a U?
Cherry Blossom Festival
I accompanied Amy, Jozi, Charley & Clayton Hellis along with Charlie & Maureen McCullough to Margaritaville. I will have to say that the A1A Parrotheads have lost a bit of their spunk and I didn’t have much of a stomach for fair food or carnies (who, I might add, ingeniously exploited the fact that I was holding the Hellis’ new dog Scooter as a chance to try and cop a feel!) Down boys. But I did end the night holding sweet little Jozi in my lap and drinking in the perfect smell of such a beautiful angel baby. My cup runneth over.
You Go & Save the Best for Last.
On Monday, I took Ashley Dunwody’s advice and went for an appointment that I had made with Amy Allen. Amy is an Energy-Body Healing Practitioner . . . and a blessing to me. Some of you may wonder what this is all about. Well I’m not going to even try to tell you because you can read all about it on the website. However, I will tell you about my experience, in case you are as skeptical as I was. It was an experience that I can only compare to a similar time when I sat alone in a little church at Epworth and knew, for the very first time, on my own, and without-a-doubt how much God loved me (not because I had been told so in Sunday school but because I could feel it.) There were times during the session that I felt more peaceful than perhaps ever before – Amy said that even my breathing became low and soft as if I were a sleeping child. There were times when I was overcome with emotion as if my chest would burst. But most importantly, she answered questions – questions that I had been afraid to even ask . . . she was able to answer. She did not give me a map of the future or the GPS coordinates of my goldmine. She gave me more than that, more than you will ever be able to repay her for. Run don’t walk – Amy Allen, an hour and a half, and an open mind will change your life.
aS
Hot This Week!
4/10 Sushi & Smiles
4/11 Tea With Neva
4/12 Corks & Forks
Tickets to the Fired Works Preview Party . . . Call 718-7471 to buy them from little 'ol me!
Dinner at the Jenkins
Top of the list! Southern hospitality and charm are blossoming quite beautifully in Stanislaus. Growing up, I lived on PioNono in the little Tudor behind the Comer’s and I spent many summer days playing across the street and through the little peninsula of a park. So the walk that I took around the circle to the home of Jack and Barbara Jenkins was quite a nostalgic one. And much to my delight, the neighborhood camaraderie was just as I had remembered it. Jack and Barbara are both so lovely and the most gracious hosts!
The fresh, Saint George Island, fin-flapping entrée that was caught, cooked and compliments of the Spiveys was amazing! Everyone was just darling to me. It was an absolute itty bitty vacation, complete with a gaggle of children and sleeping bags galore. And I’ll have to tell you that the stroll home was even a bit like the drive home after a beach trip – leaving me a little weepy to leave the wonderful behind.
First Friday
I spent First Friday with Amy, Jozi and Charley Hellis. We took a nice little stroll from Macon Arts, through Ginger Michelle, and down to Spaghetti Alley for some supper. The fantastic hors d’eouvres (Market City Café) that I scarfed down at Ginger Michelle left me no room for dinner so I ordered a glass of Sun Garden ready to call it a day. Still Amy coaxed me into trying her pasta . . . holy-moly that stuff was good! In the words of the Govenator . . . I’ll be back. Little did I know that First Friday had a bit of, yet-to-be-revealed, magic up her sleeve in store for me . . .
Somewhere In Time
When I was a very little girl, Amy’s last name was McCullough and she would often come over to “babysit.” As shocking as this is by today’s standards (she is not but a couple of years older than me), let’s remember that this was the ‘80’s and that children also frequently rode seat-belt-less on the front seat armrest . . . which I called “the hump.” Anyhoo - On one of these days Amy dressed me up in one of her ballet costumes, placed a tiara on my head and made me feel like the most beautiful little girl in the whole wide world. I have kept the picture that she took of me and, when showing it to her the other night, Charley said “Mommy I know where that dress is!” Before long Charley was in the dress and dancing around as beautifully as I had felt the day that I wore it. It was magic . . . the memory, the dress, the night. Just pure magic!
Myspace, Flickr & More – Oh my!
Toast of the Townies can now get even more scoop. We have created Toast of the Town Profiles on both MySpace and Flickr. See Terrell in California, my personal favorite pictures and much more. Click, click, click! On another note – Allyson Moody introduced me to Facebook & Scrabulous. We are now both in the throes of a nasty little addiction. Anybody know a word with three I’s an N and a U?
Cherry Blossom Festival
I accompanied Amy, Jozi, Charley & Clayton Hellis along with Charlie & Maureen McCullough to Margaritaville. I will have to say that the A1A Parrotheads have lost a bit of their spunk and I didn’t have much of a stomach for fair food or carnies (who, I might add, ingeniously exploited the fact that I was holding the Hellis’ new dog Scooter as a chance to try and cop a feel!) Down boys. But I did end the night holding sweet little Jozi in my lap and drinking in the perfect smell of such a beautiful angel baby. My cup runneth over.
You Go & Save the Best for Last.
On Monday, I took Ashley Dunwody’s advice and went for an appointment that I had made with Amy Allen. Amy is an Energy-Body Healing Practitioner . . . and a blessing to me. Some of you may wonder what this is all about. Well I’m not going to even try to tell you because you can read all about it on the website. However, I will tell you about my experience, in case you are as skeptical as I was. It was an experience that I can only compare to a similar time when I sat alone in a little church at Epworth and knew, for the very first time, on my own, and without-a-doubt how much God loved me (not because I had been told so in Sunday school but because I could feel it.) There were times during the session that I felt more peaceful than perhaps ever before – Amy said that even my breathing became low and soft as if I were a sleeping child. There were times when I was overcome with emotion as if my chest would burst. But most importantly, she answered questions – questions that I had been afraid to even ask . . . she was able to answer. She did not give me a map of the future or the GPS coordinates of my goldmine. She gave me more than that, more than you will ever be able to repay her for. Run don’t walk – Amy Allen, an hour and a half, and an open mind will change your life.
aS
Hot This Week!
4/10 Sushi & Smiles
4/11 Tea With Neva
4/12 Corks & Forks
Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . .
Tickets to the Fired Works Preview Party . . . Call 718-7471 to buy them from little 'ol me!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Black, White And Red All Over
. . . A Case of The Mean Reds
Truman Capote knew – no, excuse me, he wrote the book on - hosting a Grand Soiree, he was THE Maestro of the “in” box and the “out” box and he penned the inner tic-tic-toc of a true social butterfly with poignant accuracy. This week, as I experienced a teensy bit of the Mean Reds . . . “The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? . . . Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!” . . . he would have been atop the guest list of any historical dinner party you might have hypothetically asked me to throw. I won’t bore you with the details of my temporary absence from the social scene but I will tell you that (in lieu of a nearby Tiffany’s location) I managed to get along quite well. On Thursday, I hung those Mean Red’s on the hook on the back of my bathroom door next to my very fluffy spa bathrobe, spent an hour in hair and makeup, put on a new dress and headed over to Vineville Crossing for a Spa Pedicure and some Head Over Heels. I bought a beautiful set of teardrop earrings and a pair of shoes that were just lovely. Add a $15 GInormous-brimmed hat to the tab (Steinmart – of course) and I was set. Thirty minutes later the girls (Amy Hellis, Jackie Waters & Amy Allen) picked me up and we went to Shamrock for a spot of supper. By the time Joellen Spivey got there, the dinner party – minus only our dear Capote, was truly on. How did I get so lucky to have such darling friends? Only Capote knows. Saturday I put my big hat over my big glasses and headed on down to Third Street Park for the Lawnmower Grand Prix. And my precious hat made so many friends. Don’t get me wrong – there were some naysayers. There were a couple of . . . (let me think – what would I call them? What would be a good description? That’s it - let’s go with Mean Girls minus even the fake beauty) . . . there were a couple of those girls that snickered when I walked past. But when I nostalgically thought of the look that they sported in High School, I was undaunted by their lack of appreciation for my blue bonnet. The race was wonderful and I simply must raise my pinkies and give snaps to the girls. A toast to Carlen Self (for her absolutely stellar abilities as the driver of the Pace Car), a toast to Kate Long (for giving the entire CCT board a run for their raffle ticket selling money) and a toast to Jessica Walden (for winning the whole thing – the raffle that is – and going home with the Pace Car.) That’s right . . . party at Jessica’s . . . Go Cart rides for everyone. Step right up for your tickets to the Social Butterfly Grand Prix! aS Hot This Week! 4/4 First Friday 4/5 Build Day Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . . |
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