How High the Moon

Somewhere there's music
How faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven
How high the moon
There is no moon above
When love is far away too
Till it comes true
That you love me as I love you

Somewhere there's music
How near, how far
Somewhere there's heaven
Its where you are
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon

Somewhere there's music
How faint the tune
Somewhere there's heaven
How high the moon
The darkest night would shine
If you would come to me soon
Until you will, how still my heart
How high the moon

After months in advance planning of letterpressed invitations with matching dance cards, reservations of the pavilion and band, my party planning impetus was dissipated. Crisis arose with my scholastic status, I crashed on my bike 4 days prior, leaving me with scratches on my face, scabs on my knees and wrist, overall body aches and a nasty bruise on my chin. Oh, if I could have cancelled, I would have. I was weary.

But too much was in motion and so on Saturday afternoon my co-hostesses met at the pavilion and we strung lights, moved & arranged impossibly heavy tables (which Bradford came to help with), cleaned the toilets, and ran some last minute errands. I admit I am fastidious, I want everything perfect. I have a vision and I want it implemented, but my co-hostesses kept me in check. We didn't have access to a tall ladder to hang the lanterns in key locations. NOPE, we had to cluster them on a rope and string them from the rafters. They hung x-mas lights and then discovered that ½ were out. If it had been me, I would have restrung the lights, but I couldn't restring their lights (it might offend them) so I had to let go. I disliked the table placement, but there were large rings (from where the tables had been chained) protruding from the floor as perfect tripping hazards. Lena was right that the only way to prevent an accident was to place the tables over them. I couldn't have done without their help and kept my sanity. Many friends brought treats, We provided lavender lemonade, spa water and 3 flavors of Italian ice (strawberry, lemon , & passion fruit).

We took shifts in watching the area and then going home and getting ready. I was late to my own party. Oh, but to arrive with luminarias lighting the walk and the band playing was lovely. Because I was weary, worn out, vision displaced, I was able to go and have a wonderful evening. I wasn't the perfect hostess, but I was a great guest. I did manage to maintained the punch bowls and fill up shy ladies cards for them. But, otherwise I negelected my guests and just had fun. The men were enormously good sports about the dance cards, many booked themselves up quickly. And then we danced. Most people didn't dance when there was no dance number, but some did.