Since I knew I would barely get to spend time with anyone on Saturday, I decided I wanted my out of town guests over for dinner here on Friday night. It was sort of like a rehearsal dinner. Besides, I like cooking for people, especially people who act like they never ate anything in their entire lives that tastes as good as my sauce & meatballs.
The big anniversary party on Saturday was perfect. None of my nightmares came true. The DJ did show up, he didn’t suck, people weren’t sitting around being bored.
My entire family was there minus my brother’s wife & child (who live in Florida) and 1 of my cousins & her son (she had bronchitis and wanted to come anyway until the doctor said, “Sure you can go – if you want to get your entire family sick.”). I don’t have a very large family.
I asked my cousin, who is a priest, if he would say grace. I was figuring he’d do the simple “Bless Us Oh Lord” thing. Nope. What he said was so beautiful that I’m sorry we didn’t have someone taping it. He spoke about Frank & I and marriage & all that. If I was the crying sort, I’d have been bawling.
Then there was the toast. Steve did it via video.
The young folks did not dance nearly enough. I had to beg one of them to get up to show me how to do that Cotton Eye Joe song and by the time someone agreed, it was over. Let me tell ya, if anyone in that place feel the least bit funny about dancing because they thought they didn’t know how, I sure made them feel at home because I can’t follow directions, I have no sense of rhythm & 2 left feet. I do know that my attempts at dancing provided everyone with some entertainment.
The only bad thing that happened was 1 poor friend not making it here. On the drive up, her car broke down. She arrived at the party just as it was ending. I gave her homemade Limoncello when we got back to my house but I don’t think it quite made up for it.
Sounds like you had a blast. 25 years is wonderful!
I’ve been thinking about your trip….I wish you were going back through Ohio farther north than Columbus and could stop in Amish country. It’s such a relaxing place with a lot of shops and interesting sights.
I agree with Katy–it sounds like the party was a complete blast! And, apparently, you and I are long-lost dancing twins–when you were talking about your dancing, you were also describing MY dancing to a T. Oh well, there has to be SOME comic relief, right?
I almost cried when I read “sauce and meatballs.” I can tell you this right now…I KNOW I have never eaten anything like your sauce and meatballs. I swear, someday I’m coming there…
And even if the homemade limoncello didn’t completely make things up to your late friend, I’ll bet it at least went a pretty long way…Mmmm…homemade limoncello!
We did have a blast. And anytime you guys want to come to NY, there will be limoncello, sauce & meatballs waiting.
Theresa uploaded a bunch of photos on Facebook. I’m pretty sure you can view them even though they’re on her page. You may have to go to my page first, & then click from there.
I’m going now to take a look! Since I couldn’t be there in person…
Where are ya, Monk?