A girl thing
The party in my garden, on a sunny, almost-cool Friday evening was a magical, memorable, uproarious gathering of cherished women friends. (I'm third from right, back row.)
To echo the North African menu, each guest's place was set with a Moroccan jeweled box. A heart-shaped note inside described the qualities I most appreciated in her.
Son Jules, bartender/sous chef for the evening, said to his father: "It's nice, but guys would never do that; it's totally a girl thing, telling them."
He thought it was also a girl thing to serve fruit salad for dessert, but then to follow that with a luscious, lavish platter of chocolates. But you know women: eat the healthy fruit, then be tempted.
To echo the North African menu, each guest's place was set with a Moroccan jeweled box. A heart-shaped note inside described the qualities I most appreciated in her.
Son Jules, bartender/sous chef for the evening, said to his father: "It's nice, but guys would never do that; it's totally a girl thing, telling them."
He thought it was also a girl thing to serve fruit salad for dessert, but then to follow that with a luscious, lavish platter of chocolates. But you know women: eat the healthy fruit, then be tempted.
Comments
What an amazingly lovely bunch of girlfriends. (excuse the word 'bunch') It looked like a spendid time was had by all. I laughed at your son's comments about the things girls do that guys wouldn't dream of. Thank heavens for girls and especially for girlfriends! And sons who pitch in too:)
It was amazingly reasonable. Every town has someone who would put it together... or someone willing to serve what you've prepared in advance. All you really need is someone so you're not popping up every 2 minutes.
Anjela: How I wish you'd been there, for many reasons.