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After five days of Spring Cleaning, we decided to take a break and have a fun day! Because after removing enough dust bunnies to start our own petting zoo and finding a lost sock from 2018, we realized our sanity was hanging by a thread—probably one of the ones we vacuumed up! So we decided to have a great lunch with the kids and then go to the Winter Glitter Ball!
First, Robin helped us get our reservations for Honolulu in March so we can visit with our granddaughter, who has a gymnastics match on the 24th. Now we can take her to dinner and between classes, go places she has yet o visit. We will be staying at the Royal Hawaiian (referred to as “The Pink Lady” while we are there.
Off to Darya’s we went, not realizing it would be packed.
We love our girls!!
Bob and I had such a fantastic time that we accidentally turned our cocktail ‘sampling’ into a professional cocktail taste-testing session! At one point, we were trying so many different drinks that I couldn’t tell if we were at a bar or auditioning for a reality show called ‘Survivor: Mixology Edition.’ By the end of the meal, I was pretty sure we had invented a new cocktail called ‘The Regretful Decision.’ Cheers to fun times and questionable choices!
Hic!!
We tried all colors of the rainbow, Bob’s favorite was the purple one which was made from Odessry 1908, my favorite gin!
OK, the truth: Bob and I shared just one stiff drink with assistance from the girl, but it made for a good story!
We got home and changed into our formal attire for the Starlighters’ “Winter Glitter Ball” dance. I suited up in my best sequined dinner jacket, which was so shiny it could double as a disco ball. Honestly, if I stood still for too long, I was pretty sure I’d attract a flock of confused birds thinking it was mating season. We were off and running—well, more like stumbling and twinkling. I ended up blinding a few partygoers with my dazzling ensemble, but hey, at least I looked fabulous while gracefully attempting to navigate the dance floor like a newborn deer on ice!
We slowed down once for some snapshots courtesy of Vicky. How about that coat? BTW, Paul is on the left.
We dazzled the members and long-time friends, some of whom renounced their friendship after my blinding entrance.
Vicky’s chosen backdrop looked so cold that I could practically hear it whispering, “Welcome to the Ice Age!” I was shivering so much, I was pretty sure the band was about to play “Let It Go” just to seize the moment! Meanwhile, the lighting created a rave of little dancing reflections on the ceiling, more distracting than my grandma in a hula-hoop contest.
Then someone offered me $5 to throw a trash bag over my sequined jacket to keep those reflections from going wild. Honestly, I was tempted—imagine the hilarity of a high-fashion trash bag moment! I could start a new trend: “Chic or Cheeky?” On the plus side, I’d have an excuse for why I went home smelling like last week’s leftovers!
We made a statement, but we are still trying to figure out what it was about!
