In all the kaffufle.
Nov. 2nd, 2009 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
agoodwinsmithSo, there was much organizing, and making of lists, and losing the lists, and finding the lists again shouting hurrah, and so on and so forth. Off we sailed at 11:15 am, and arrived just after the caterer (we had stopped to pick up hand sanitizer, and I couldn't find the bloody stuff in the mega-superduper box store), and then we were off: setting out the extra food, finding the garbage bags, consolidating trays as they get skimpy, and so on. And we clean up after the first party and prepare for the second party. And we do the same again. And we're cleaning up until 9:30 pm, and we stay and chatty chat chat for a bit, and we finally come home around 10:45 pm.
And this pathetic little orange face peers in at us from the deck. I had managed to leave Chuckster out on the deck the whole time. No pan, no water, no food. And no place to hide once the fireworks started. Poor little rat boy.
And this pathetic little orange face peers in at us from the deck. I had managed to leave Chuckster out on the deck the whole time. No pan, no water, no food. And no place to hide once the fireworks started. Poor little rat boy.
