SNOW!
The flakes swim through the air as if they were sea monkeys in a child's fish tank. As the day opened i sat polishing the silver and putting away the fine bone china from the night before. Mr. S's party went off without a hitch, albeit with the grace and etiquette that i endowed upon it. When i arrived from the office i was happy to find the caterer in the kitchen basting the goose and stirring the soup. A staff containing three other service personnel were cleaning the living room and counting the glasses. With the smell of all things holiday in the air i set about checking the place settings, starting with the recounting the glasses...[LESSON: the glasses can number up to five and are placed so that the smaller ones are in front. The water goblet is placed directly above the knives. Just to the right goes a champagne flute; In front of these are placed a red and/or white wine glass and a sherry glass.] Moving onto the centerpiece, i took a seat and began to inspect, [these chairs are the most comfortable pieces of furniture i have ever sat in while eating, covered in cream damask silk from England and tufted in the back] i just want to melt into them in the same fashion as the snow does on the streets outside... Gold vases spewing fresh white roses and violet calla lilies; they are placed wrong, thus i then spent 25 minutes realigning them all with the crease in the table cloth and spacing them one salad plate width apart.
Mrs. B, in her classic black sleeveless dinner dress, and her 23 carat emerald necklace which sparkles like the turrets of Oz; gracefully floats around the dinning room complimenting my color choices and then whisks away to the parlor (probably to sneak a cigarette). Johnathan, the chef for the night, is now slicing the bread and basting it with olive oil and crackling some pepper over them. Around the kitchen i see nothing but the perfection of what will be the evening, the silver is shinning the crystal is sparkling and.. and... JENNY! Blonde and beautiful she might be, but who on gods green (and polluted) earth uses the double oven door as a mirror, her lipstick [red as blood] has now been blotted onto 4 paper towels and still looks trashy..
YET! By the end of the night everything was a success... i'll fill you all in on Monday, when i can breathe?
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