I know I said I was going to take photos and post about the Show House Gala last night but I had so many other things on my mind that I wasn't in a
galic (
hee hee) mood. I had Matt snap this one before I left home 'cause I told my
mamma that I'd get a picture on here for her. She's been going to the library to check out my blog occasionally, a new thing, and I'm happy to encourage her to do so. Remember, she thinks the
Internet is all porn and identity theft, so I'm hoping she'll get into it and find some other fun things to browse around about.
Anyhoo, I didn't take any photos at the gala even though I carried my camera around. I told you I wasn't in the mood. My date, Karen, and I didn't even host our room as we were supposed to; it is a stressful
endeavour and, logically, not a big room so leaving space for guests was just oh so thoughtful of us. We ate the $75 dinner instead and then had (at least I did) $400 worth of desert...oh man,
cannoli!!!! (my fave), cheesecake tarts, lemon bars, and so much more.
After that I headed down to the barn where my friends have their shop set up and had beer available and normal, low brow fun and conversation which I'm way more comfortable with. It was getting chilly out and I'd thought to bring a wrap but then didn't. I was looking around their barn shop for a tablecloth,
doille, or something to put around my shoulders to warm myself when I spied the bag o' bubble wrap. There was the perfect size piece so I oh so elegantly draped it around my shoulders and design guru, Carroll, thought it was "all that". So we had our photo taken as a record that if this thing catches on I want full credit for being the first to think of it and
royalties every time someone puts one on. I left shortly after the guys started asking how much I was charging for a pop; it was getting late. Did I mention it was the "lowbrow" group? I told Carroll that there were so many photos of us together on my blog lately that people were starting to ask questions. No questions needed, not that there's anything wrong with it...
Anyhoo, I didn't take any photos at the gala even though I carried my camera around. I told you I wasn't in the mood. My date, Karen, and I didn't even host our room as we were supposed to; it is a stressful endeavour and, logically, not a big room so leaving space for guests was just oh so thoughtful of us. We ate the $75 dinner instead and then had (at least I did) $400 worth of desert...oh man, cannoli!!!! (my fave), cheesecake tarts, lemon bars, and so much more.
After that I headed down to the barn where my friends have their shop set up and had beer available and normal, low brow fun and conversation which I'm way more comfortable with. It was getting chilly out and I'd thought to bring a wrap but then didn't. I was looking around their barn shop for a tablecloth, doille, or something to put around my shoulders to warm myself when I spied the bag o' bubble wrap. There was the perfect size piece so I oh so elegantly draped it around my shoulders and design guru, Carroll, thought it was "all that". So we had our photo taken as a record that if this thing catches on I want full credit for being the first to think of it and royalties every time someone puts one on. I left shortly after the guys started asking how much I was charging for a pop; it was getting late. Did I mention it was the "lowbrow" group? I told Carroll that there were so many photos of us together on my blog lately that people were starting to ask questions. No questions needed, not that there's anything wrong with it...
