Last night was our Christmas party as I had said in my last post. Turned out I did not have to drive. Failure to communicate. This restaurant does not take reservations but since there were 13 of us we did call and let them know we would be there at 6:15. Actually we called four times this week. They always said no problem at all. No problem for them that we had to stand and wait forty minutes. If there is one thing you don't want to do, it's piss off a group of Red Hatters. We were just about ready to storm the bar when they called us in to our table.
Our waitress was a whiz and the food was very good. We did have a good time once we were seated and got to eat. There were two families with young girls. We always impress the young girls. I think it is the hats. They are just enamored by us.
After dinner we went to a members house for dessert and a gift exchange. She has a beautiful home and she even decorated for the party. Candles on the table and the mantle. It was lovely. White table cloth with red candles in crystal candle holders. Some of the ladies sat at the table some in chairs in the living room and on the couch. The dinning area and living room is open concept so we were all withing a few feet of one another to be able to chat. The gals at the table started one by one opening their gift and showing it off. The next lady to open her gift pulled out the tissue paper and held it right above a candle. Not on purpose of course. It was a low tiny candle and you could hardly tell it was there. Yes you guessed it. Have you ever seen three or four sheets of tissue go up in flame? It does, and fast. Instinct told her that if she waved it around it would go out. WRONG, it just fans the flame! It shredded apart into hundreds of small flaming feathery puff's. It was raining mini fireballs. The gentleman of the house came in to see what all the hubbub was about. By this time the burning clump was on the floor still in flames. So his instinct told him to stamp it out. He was in his stocking feet so his foot promptly caught fire too. We got everyone and thing put out. I just wish someone would have had a camera going. Talk about a comedy of errors. There was soft powdery ashes everywhere. On the wall, on the white tablecloth and the whole house smelled like smoke. I for one was ready to go home. The fire starter felt so bad about the whole thing and nearly had a stroke. We kept telling her it was just an accident. No one was hurt and all in all a good time was had by everyone.
It will be a long time before any of us forget this Christmas party, and I'll bet no one will dare have candles next year.
Ta ta for now. The Deva.
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