Blowout Weekend 2006-The Party

Pope Legba’s workmate threw a helluva bash. Food and desserts and alcohol everywhere. Three christmas trees and decorations spilling over into backyard, bathrooms, kitchen, everywhere. Holiday Hullabaloo!

Shareen, the hostess, had made all the desserts herself. I wanted to try all of them but goddamn, even me, sugar fiend that I am, know my limits.

I had gotten hold of the tv remote and then promptly hid it after tuning in “Deliverance.” The perfect party movie. In fact, looping Ned Beatty’s rape scene could enhance any get-together. Children came in and wanted to watch Disney Channel before I could make my getaway. Foul Beasts.

The house sits on an acre of land in an older part of Phoenix. 1940s Phoenix. And it looks as pristine as the day it first let the new owners move in. John, our host, said most of the neighbors were original owners, they were the youngest there.
The huge backyard had an actual grove of citrus trees. I was thinking this could be used for the folks who don’t want to drive to Sedona for a Druid experience. Hell, throw on some robes under a full moon, shake some crystals at them. 500 bucks a head. I’l have to write up my business proposal. Easy money.

A well humored crowd for the most part and I would gladly go to another shindig.

Blowout Weekend 2006 Pix
The Beginning of the End of 2006. Presidential Funeral, Saddam hanging, Rose Parade– zounds, events abound, eh?

It’s a beautiful sunny morning at The Holiday Command. I’m not sure I can eat another cookie, cupcake, or piece of candy. But I will.

History Channel is doing their UFO Files Christmas again. Thank you, History Channel Programmer, Thank you.

Enjoy the day, soon we move out to march on the New Year.

Ho Ho Ho.

Jeemy’s Christmas Morning
New England Christmas morning with Jeemy.

Christmas Weekend Snapshots

Busy and happy. It’s all going by so quickly and I wish the days could be as slow as they are dark.

Grocery shopping was done in pouring rain and crazy traffic but it was still pleasant to see other housewives in their Christmas clothes and just as spun as me.

A trip to the mall just to get in the way was fun and exciting. A police roadblock that was at least two miles of a busy main artery had us all going down foreign streets–lost, most in a hurry to be where they had to be. I wonder how many of them knew where that was.

The mall was swamped but not mean. There wasn’t much of the bad tempers.

This morning, Olga, My Russian friend from the neighborhood brought over her New Year Greetings and I found another package out front. A good score this year.

More pictures to follow. There is just so much pretty pretty.

Christmas Weekend Snapshots

Los Mitchells “Vomiting Santa”

A soon to be decades old tradition.
Included in the 3rd week of Snapshots.

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