We are breaking in (I hope that’s not prophetic) the garden with a party Friday night, and Sunday afternoon, which will be a sort of mini-convention, starting tonight with a dinner on the falls. Spokane Falls, that is, which should be very pretty, even in this low-water period. The Spokane is a white-water river that flows through Spokane, and one of the city’s classiest restaurants has a spread of windows aimed right at it. We’re supposed to have done a lake cruise, but we think the boat broke, or they had a bigger group reserve it. At any rate, Anthony’s is a real nice place. I might even locate my heels….nah. That’s going too far for summer. Heels mean hose, and it’s mid-nineties out there. I have some brand new black flipflops.
I’m even wearing a nice shirt.
I am so sad that I couldn’t make it up this year! I just had to take a trip to Denver to see a grandson. Sorry he took precedence.
Grandsons are like that. 😉
sounds a lovely evening! cheers, here’s to you all (waves gin and tonic from the very rainy and thundery UK)
Grump. I’m on the wrong side of the pond. <does quick calculation> You could almost say I’m on the wrong side of the world.