We just had the Hunt Club Ball…

We all flicked off the noticeably/larger chunks of mud…..donned formal party duds…….and tried to remember our manners and table etiquette…

Some were better at it than others.

It was fun watching women who were used to wearing heels versus those who weren’t…….

…..in the past, I was in that latter group…….

…..I could be seen hanging onto door jambs…….

…..or skating & slipping across the waxed/slick dance floors on sprained ankles…

…..but I’ve learned…….

…..I now wear sparkly flats…

…..I have morphed and adapted where necessary…

…..not as stylish…..but much safer…

…..besides, we all kicked off our shoes under various tables at our first opportunity.

The menu was tasty…….but…….

…..if I could have eaten my plate of beef and the next four plates to my right…..I would have been properly satisfied and sated…….

…..(my daughters were to my left…..and they have learned to fend for themselves when it comes to minuscule/haute cuisine).

While I was mopping my plate and sucking on my napkin…….I had fun watching my friends wobble on their stiletto heels…….

…..and like I mentioned before, the men with colors really looked great in their red dinner jackets…

Our Hunt Club Ball always has a Silent Auction to raise money…….my daughters and I helped set up ahead of time…….

When the set-up was completed, we donned our duds & make-up & hair product in one of the Country Club’s ample bathrooms…

We had a blast bidding and eating and dancing and schmoozing…….

…..we didn’t stay too late…..I’m getting a head cold…..and my younger daughter had had a little too much champagne…….

…..the three of us wandered out to secure our non-valet’ed/filthy truck…….

…..which was still mud-caked from the previous/rainy/muddy Hunt where we had to tow out a number of vehicles………..(but more on that extravaganza in the next post)………….

(Oh—–and Happy Leap Year Day.)