My hostess gift. 50 pounds of Burdick's chocolates. (or I could have gone to Paris for a week)
We arrived in the Maserati. How did we all fit? Don't ask.
My feet were bare, Cinderella without her shoes.
My gown elegant. Let's just hope it stays up. My figure is reminiscent of Twiggy's.
And I had and am having a divine time with my four dates, see sidebar. As last year, I danced and danced until my little head turned dizzy. Then I ate and ate until the scale showed five extra pounds. I met many fascinating people. And wandered the halls of the manor to my heart's content.
Thank you dear Willow, for a memorable time.