We had a party
Sunday, May 31, 2009
and our friends came—wearing cowboy boots, bearing an ice cream cake, and balancing a bowl of potato salad on one hand, like some Grecian goddess. They are dancers, these friends, with dancer-brand intelligence, and so the night was a song, a salsa mix, the bolero of a story Tirsa told. I am, I remain, a person on the edge. Watching and loving with a full and complicated heart.
11 comments:
Sounds like a wonderful event...you have a collection of dynamic and interesting friends. Love the cowboy boots! <3
Would that be on the edge of diving in to join your friends? Who sound lovely, BTW...
What a wonderful evening!
Those grapes look lovely.
Sounds like so much fun (: Why wasn't I invited hmm?
Ditto Q. It sounds like you had a lot of fun!
"Watching and loving with a full and complicated heart." This makes me love you all the more. Voyeur and participant.
I guess simple hearts are nice for some things...but I had to think about it.
That photograph is spectacular. If I weren't such a philistine, I could tell you which Old Master's work it brought to mind.
You are a black-belt hostess. Wa-CHA!
XO
A.
One day, I expect to be at a Beth Kephart party. It sounds enchanting.
Stunning photograph!
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