FA LA LA LA LA: LET'S PARTY!

Mystery Woman, Princess D., I. and N. -- any old excuse to get dressed up!

Dearest Friends,

Thanks to our little get-away in Jakarta, John and I finally had the Christmas spirit, so we decided to throw a party.  I knocked myself out, cooking all kinds of good stuff for it, but I fixed the kinds of things my parents, who were non-drinkers, fixed for our family Christmas parties -- cookies, cakes and candies.  I had no idea that people who were drinking wouldn't want anything to do with sweets!

Little S. and some of the guys.

The first person to become sloshed was my friend R's husband, E. (no surprise there), so of course, he had no interest in dancing with her.  One of the families had a teenaged son who was visiting for the holidays.  Since he had danced with most all of the women in the room, no one gave it a second thought when the kid noticed R. tapping her foot to the music, and asked if she wanted to dance...no one except E., that is.  Next thing we knew, he had her by the hair, and was dragging her down the sidewalk towards their townhouse.

Me, R., and Princess D.'s hubby.

Talk about putting a damper on things!  Before long, the party broke up, all of us worried about what might be going on down the block.  Fortunately, most of our guests could walk home, but our friend S. had to drive his itty bitty Honda all the way back to Anyer Beach.  When we spotted him trying to climb into our trashcan, instead of his car (granted, they were about the same size), we ran out to inform him, rather forcefully, that he was spending the night with us!  Unfortunately for others who were dear to us, not all hosts were going to be that observant or persistant.