2nd Annual Girls’ Holiday Dinner
Last year, I started a new tradition for my dearest girlfriends. On the first Saturday of December, I have the Annual Girls’ Holiday Dinner.
Here we are:
Missing was E, who was sick and bed-ridden in Montreal, T, who is in shorts in Florida, and another gorgeous E, currently in Vermont with her husband and new baby. Next year will also include O, who has recently moved back to Ottawa from Toronto.
My requirement for last year’s attendance was “something sparkly”. This year, it was “something sparkly, and something red”. (I will keep adding items to the list because the ultimate goal of this tradition is to one day have the girls show up looking like Christmas ornaments (e.g. Year six, the invite will read: “Something sparkly, something red, something feathery, something sequined, something jingly and something felt.”). I’ll be dressed in black, and laughing.)
In keeping with the spirit of the invitation, I decorated the dinning area with “something sparkly, and something red”. I went a little overboard and hung ribbon and streamers from my chandelier to match the occasion. Also, I covered the table in much sparkly, candles and bows. Actually…I’m still covered in sparkles (& so was D).
The scent was of vanilla, cinnamon and apples.
The soundtrack of our evening was: Essential Ella, Fila Brazillia, Colin James, Electric Oasis, Enigma, Kumharas Ibiza, Portishead & some solid disco.
Electricity was allowed in only one form: that of two small lamps I had added to the dinning table for vibe.
Dinner was wonderful, but served as a side-note to six hours of gross (T: “We walked into a sex shop in Montreal and saw…”), shocking (L: “Having your salad tossed means…”), emotional (D: “Women script and men haven’t a god damn clue they’re being held to this script in our heads…”), enlightening (C: “You’re a Libra?”), charged (Me: “Colin Farrell is disgusting and diseased. I can’t believe you’d touch him!”) and always hilarious (T: “I’m not playing with myself, I’ve only lost a grape.”) conversation.
At 10:30, we moved from the dinner table to the living room. I pulled out the blankets, the hot drinks and roasted chestnuts with a mix of cheese and fruit for the duration of the evening.
D stayed the night and this morning we woke up to leftovers, coffee, shopping and Pride & Prejudice. (God bless the white button-down shirt in the field; see the movie and you’ll understand.)
I am, every day, reminded of the beauty, warmth, loyalty and hilarity of the women who have come to mean so much to me. This weekend was no exception.
Here are some more photos…
Here we are:
Missing was E, who was sick and bed-ridden in Montreal, T, who is in shorts in Florida, and another gorgeous E, currently in Vermont with her husband and new baby. Next year will also include O, who has recently moved back to Ottawa from Toronto.
My requirement for last year’s attendance was “something sparkly”. This year, it was “something sparkly, and something red”. (I will keep adding items to the list because the ultimate goal of this tradition is to one day have the girls show up looking like Christmas ornaments (e.g. Year six, the invite will read: “Something sparkly, something red, something feathery, something sequined, something jingly and something felt.”). I’ll be dressed in black, and laughing.)
In keeping with the spirit of the invitation, I decorated the dinning area with “something sparkly, and something red”. I went a little overboard and hung ribbon and streamers from my chandelier to match the occasion. Also, I covered the table in much sparkly, candles and bows. Actually…I’m still covered in sparkles (& so was D).
The scent was of vanilla, cinnamon and apples.
The soundtrack of our evening was: Essential Ella, Fila Brazillia, Colin James, Electric Oasis, Enigma, Kumharas Ibiza, Portishead & some solid disco.
Electricity was allowed in only one form: that of two small lamps I had added to the dinning table for vibe.
Dinner was wonderful, but served as a side-note to six hours of gross (T: “We walked into a sex shop in Montreal and saw…”), shocking (L: “Having your salad tossed means…”), emotional (D: “Women script and men haven’t a god damn clue they’re being held to this script in our heads…”), enlightening (C: “You’re a Libra?”), charged (Me: “Colin Farrell is disgusting and diseased. I can’t believe you’d touch him!”) and always hilarious (T: “I’m not playing with myself, I’ve only lost a grape.”) conversation.
At 10:30, we moved from the dinner table to the living room. I pulled out the blankets, the hot drinks and roasted chestnuts with a mix of cheese and fruit for the duration of the evening.
D stayed the night and this morning we woke up to leftovers, coffee, shopping and Pride & Prejudice. (God bless the white button-down shirt in the field; see the movie and you’ll understand.)
I am, every day, reminded of the beauty, warmth, loyalty and hilarity of the women who have come to mean so much to me. This weekend was no exception.
Here are some more photos…
Labels: Friendship, Photos
posted by just a girl at 7:30 PM
4 Comments:
Waaah, dark pics! But pretty, atmospheric, and conveying such warmth. :)
Espy
hey gorgeous espy -- it's been some time. Welcome back!
I know they're quite dark and for some reason, they're a lot more clear on a mac (I've seen them on my mac, and also on a regular pc and they're quite dark on the pc). What browser are you using?
Try clicking the links beneath the darker photos; that should clear things up a wee bit.
They are warm, aren't they? It was D's excellent idea that the photos be taken without flash, so as to catch the mood of the candles-only rule.
See you soon!
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ALL HAIL THE WHITE SHIRT! I've got an entry to that effect back when I saw P&P in...uh September I think it was. I LOVE Darcy in this version and his voice, my god! Honestly I didn't notice my new love Rupert until later when I saw him in Libertine. I was all about Matthew. That scene, the misty field at dawn....walked towards her in that shirt...his stumbling over the words "I love you"... Gina and I were too emotional to remain silent any longer. I've seen P&P twice but I require another viewing.
LOL, Mo!!
Before the film started, I'd turned to Dianna and said: There is no Mr. Darcy except Colin Firth.
And this guy -- whose name I don't know, and don't care to know, because he's probably a wanker in real life -- is absolutely incredible. I mean, really, as Mr. Darcy, he was something to behold.
And what's weird is that I've developped a crush on Mr. Darcy, the character, not the actor who played him. (Do think this a sign of maturity!).
During the entire film, kept thinking how Mr. Darcy is the sort of character I would like in my partner some day. Someone strong and calm, in control, fiercely loyal and fiercely in love...with me ;)
*sigh*
You and Gina cried? That's too cute! I was too busy cringing every time Kiera came on screen. She really annoys me; I would have preferred to have seen someone like Anne Hathoway (sp?) or a relative unknown take on that role.
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