The three things that we had to do this weekend.
1. Doug had a meeting. He's manning a booth at a street faire next weekend.
We showed up and the meeting had been canceled.
I happily knocked that off my too do list.
It was everything I expected.
I was glad when the evening came to an end. I was exhausted. I do a pretty good job of smiling and bluffing my way through these things. I am pleased to announce that I didn't spill on myself. I choose clothing specifically with that in mind because I am NOTORIOUS for such antics.
There really were only a few people that I would have liked to see. One of them opted out and her reasoning was much the same as mine for why one should not attend these functions. The other was there. She's a wonderful woman, has been her entire life. When last we met, fifteen years ago, she was a pastry chef in New York. Ten years ago she was also teaching culinary classes and the window of the kitchen looked out on the towers. "Once the initial shock wore off," she said, "We realized we needed to do something. Here we were with a kitchen full of food and people in need." They cooked and took food down to the firemen and rescue workers. She was able to get home that night, but in the morning she realized she couldn't just sit there. She got up, went to work and did it all again.
It was an awesome story and I'm glad that Doug asked her what it was like living in New York ten years ago. She's a great woman.