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:

Cynthia Pittmann said...

Sounds like a wonderful event...you have a collection of dynamic and interesting friends. Love the cowboy boots! <3

Jinksy said...

Would that be on the edge of diving in to join your friends? Who sound lovely, BTW...

Anonymous said...

What a wonderful evening!

Q said...

Those grapes look lovely.

Emily said...

Sounds like so much fun (: Why wasn't I invited hmm?

Priya said...

Ditto Q. It sounds like you had a lot of fun!

Woman in a Window said...

"Watching and loving with a full and complicated heart." This makes me love you all the more. Voyeur and participant.

Holly said...

I guess simple hearts are nice for some things...but I had to think about it.

Anna Lefler said...

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.

Melissa Walker said...

One day, I expect to be at a Beth Kephart party. It sounds enchanting.

lib said...

Stunning photograph!

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