For the past 7 years I've thrown my biggest personal party on Memorial Day. That's tomorrow! Wahoo. My house is on the Bolder Boulder Marathon route and 50,000 runners pass through my yard. I call them my captive audience. The party starts tonight. I've got 3 tents on the roof and 14 houseguests sleeping everywhere. The yard will blaze with candles and everywhere there are buckets of live fish and intoxicating beverages (together). We all wake at the crack of dawn and 23 dancers line up on the roof. The runners go wild - screaming and applauding. The local radio station sponsors us. It's a wild ride. Wish you could all be here. When the race is over about 100 of the runners, friends and neighbors come back to my house and we party till we drop.
I really need to party this year because yesterday I received the "reject" letter from the Native American Rights Fund. I have courted this job for years, interviewed brilliantly and really, really thought I would get it. Oh well...it was fun while it lasted. So you see, V, we are traveling the same path.
If I survive I'll let you know how the party goes. GZB |