So this post is about a month overdue. I could not tell you where time is going, but I do know it waits for no one.
As Twelfth Night was on a Monday this year, it was a simplified version of the soirée we’ve all become accustomed to. Moule frites of course, some pasta vongole, and lots of snacky sides comprised the menu this year. And my punch barely packed a punch. Everyone had cleared out at the respectable hour of 9pm, but it was just enough togetherness and warmth to decompress from the holiday season.
Not sure what to do about glow in the dark giveaways next year. Maybe time for a donkey.
Between Awnings and AstroTurf 