Oh friends, it was beautiful!
I curtsy to the multi-talented, mad scientist, Alex Mohamed for his photo documentation of the night. Knowing someone else was preserving my moment in time really enabled me to act a fool (a true fool…just scroll down)!
(Click on the beautiful table spread photo to see the rest of Alex’s photos of the night.)
Good friends brought great food, the wine flowed, the Black Velvet burned, and a really memorable night ensued! Speaking of that Black Velvet, we don’t drink it for its whiskeyness (it’s Canadian after all), and certainly, we don’t drink it for our health. We drink it because of what happened here.
Don’t expect this to normalize what’s about to transpire, but allow me to explain (and forgive me if you have already read this before)…
On that dreamlike Fleatique & Pique-Nique Sunday, I happened to be wearing riding pants and riding boots and feeling very in touch with my [nonexistent] equestrian side. One vendor even told me I carried myself with the dignity of Meryl Streep. Keep talking, vendor! In my flea market rounds, I spied a black, equestrian helmet. It was a thing of beauty, but as I don’t actually ride, could I really justify a helmet in my hat collection? I thought not, but as the market began to close, my nagging want at least merited a price inquiry.
By that time, Nicole and Nina were following my pursuit. I found the helmet vendor packing up his already full car. The price pursuit then seemed hopeless, but I asked about the beautiful riding helmet anyway. When the vendor said “$12,” I though, “sold (but I still played my poker face)!” Why not?!?
Nicole and Nina lingered by the man’s tables while I followed him to his car, which was literally packed so tightly, items were pressed against the windows. Fortunately, the helmet was on the perimeter of the colossal squish. He somehow pulled out only the helmet, and I perched it on my head (above my head really as it’s rather small). I motioned to Nicole and Nina, “How do I look?” The vendor told me I looked rich!
Meanwhile, from what seemed like a football field’s distance away, a melody could be heard. “Black velvet and that little boy’s smile… [mumble mumble]…” FROM SOOOO FAR AWAY, Nina was serenading the black velvet [velour?] purchase in debate. I admit, it took me a moment to understand what Nina was doing, but once she hit the chorus, I made the connection, and I sealed the deal right then and there. I had to have this piece! A real Kentucky Derby helmet no less!
We tried to sing the song on the way home, but we couldn’t seem to piece together the disparate lyrics in our heads. Every sentence ended on a questioning high note- a new religion? Southern…? We didn’t find resolution until we arrived home and gathered around a computer to watch the video. It was then we realized, or rather came to a concluding question- WTF IS THIS SONG ABOUT?!!? She (do you even know the name of the singer?) sings with all the passion of some strong emotion but which emotion and why?!? Which emotion?!? We never figured it out, but we did go on a delightful train wreck of a viewing experience (ie: This and this one too). Once I discovered the whiskey version, this song really became our anthem.
Then it was my birthday, and a few AMAZING things happened…
Well friends, the future is now! Someone gave me the best birthday present ever, which gave me an idea! Though Sandra, one of my absolute bests, was stuck in Florida, there was no reason why she couldn’t join my festivities, especially when the guitar came out. You see, Sandra, Nina and I go back to 2002, and my life is definitely better for it!
You saw it here first!
Once again, I forgot to make a wish. I was so concentrated on summoning enough breath to hit all those candles, and furthermore, I was already having a perfect night!
One last antic…
As a baker, I have a silly affinity for the band Bread. As lifelong loves, Nina and I have a special appreciation for this song, which called for a rekindling of a dance we started ages ago. (You might notice our projected version featured subtítutlos en español for some reason).
The night concluded like this…
It was the best!