George and I went to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts last night for the company once-a-year shindig. It was fun. The band was playing in the big marble foyer as we came in. That same marble floor would serve as a dance floor later, and my legs started to hurt just looking at it. The food stations were in several areas, and they gave you a little printed map and program as you came in the door. There were probably 300 or more people there, and many of the ladies were dressed in pretty sparkly dresses and strapless short gowns. It was fun to see everyone in their dress up clothes. The food was good and George and I quickly latched onto the shrimp wraps and the risotta. They also had greek dishes and ethnic dishes with all kinds of fresh veggies and fresh cheeses. We ate a parmesan "cracker" which they called a tuile, which was just toasted parmesan shaped into a cracker topped with goat cheese and sun-dried tomatoes. These were tiny but very tasty. There were people passing hors d'oeuvres around but we missed most of them. People were lined up at the bars, mostly to get wine, but George and I both had diet pepsi with lime.
We went into the galleries and saw beautiful paintings by Winslow Homer and Monet and many others and then went to see the Ralph Lauren car collection: Bugattis, Porches and other glamourous and expensive cars. I won't try to pretend I know a lot about it, but they were shiny and beautiful and some went 240 mph. At that speed, you'd think they would just take off and fly up to the sky. They were all very expensive, and very high fashion. It seemed amazing to me that one man can afford to own them all.
We talked to a few people, roamed around the galleries and then left for home about 9:00. We wanted to be with Michael.
After some thought about wanting to be comfortable, but a little sparkly, I wore black slacks, a powder pink silk shirt, pink sparkly earrings (they arrived just in time from a store on Ebay), and a pink brooch. I also wore a hooded powder pink jacket that matched exactly the color of the shirt. No one actually wore anything quite like it but I didn't feel underdressed. Many of the women were in spaghetti straps and shawls. Some of them shouldn't have. (meow) It was a fine evening. We came home and quickly got into comfy clothes and had a bowl of ice cream and watched the first half of Troy before we all pooped out at 11:00 and went to bed.
It was a great time, and this morning, due to lack of dancing on marble floors, I do not have any aches at all and am ready to start cooking. We are having dinner later: roast chicken, corned beef and cabbage and home-made apple pie. Yum.
Have a great Sunday.
