The train ride was weirdly awesome. I mean sure, the fries and Stella helped, and when Ellie showed up with Heineken it was clear that we were destined for greatness. At one point we lamented that we had forgotten to bring cups, but then Hedwig saved the day. Oh my God, that is a whole other post, right? Let's see how talky I get in this one. The Hedwig cups are a beautiful story.
Anyway. The train! The train!
A short time later, we made our way up to the clubhouse for the Chinese Auction. When mom had emailed weeks earlier that there was a chinese auction planned for the very night we'd all be in town, she asked if we might want to go. I was all HELL YEAH because I'm a joiner. It took some time to work out who was where and when and why before discovering that the stars would indeed align for our places to be firmly ensconced at Table Numero Uno (or however you say that in Chinese).
We headed up to the place where the cannonballs happen
|The pool! I definitely have another whole post with comparative photos from this very angle.|
|Cheer up, El. Also: spoiler alert... see that eyeball thing in Ellie's left hand? Take note.|
|David was the quintessential professional, modeling options for what each wrapped treasure could possibly be|
|Would you look at that crowd? Riveted.|
|The table decor made for fabulous headgear, I wore this until it was quite literally taken from my head for storage until next year's event.|
|You think I won't be there? Incorrect.|
|My lovely, lovely, loves.|
|Oh dear. Here comes trouble.|
So here's the story. It's our tradition to walk over to the neighborhood bar when visiting mom's. She lives in a great little community with an adorable downtown concentration of establishments roughly surrounding the train station where MB and Mark are often taking their leave, so we usually walk over en masse until departure time, then whomever does not hop on a train walks back. This time we were all sleeping over, so there were no deadlines. It had been such a fun day and night - you guys, this is the SAME DAY that I trudged out in the rain and Ellie went to brunch at Kelly's. How can it was?
We were in it to win it, man. We decided to take some photos.
|Okay, so we started off okay. Happy, love each other, yada.|
We ended the night on a high note, surreptitiously swiping some St. Paddy's day decor for mom out of the goodness of our Irish hearts.
Which made the perfect backdrop for mom's mimosa the following morning.
|Did you take note of the eyeball?|
|Bye, NYC. I heart you.|
And that, my friends, concludes part 1 of Jacquie's Excellent March Forth Adventure.
Next stop: Chicago!