The market report is: I didn't go to the market this week. I was, instead, trying to wake up and tackle this mess:
Don't you love it? We had a going-away party for Ilaiy Friday night. He's a pretty laidback guy with an extensive (300+) t-shirt collection, so we all wore wacky t-shirts, if we had 'em, in his honor:
Looking at someone else's party pix may bore you to death, but we had such a good time, I have to share. And our friends might be peeking in for photos also.
We had a Mexican-style cookout with gobs and gobs of food (pork in tomatillo sauce, chorizo, chicken, and hot sausages) and margaritas (fresh peaches, strawberries, and melon), and great friends. Food and friends: Always a winning combination.
To complete our fiesta, Dana and Atef brought a giant pinata. Atef found a nail over the french doors, he decided it was the perfect place for it. Yes, I let him hang a piñata between GLASS doors, and thought it was a good idea when they found my mag light to use as a piñata beater-upper. I see now why they refilled my wine glass for me so often earlier in the evening. Ilaiy went first:
Atef went next, and finished off the game. Here's live footage of Atef The Pinata Killer that Marcy-Momo posted on YouTube:
Shocking, isn't it? Here's one of me wearing a piece of the leftover carnage:
And, after stuffing ourselves with candy, those that were left retired to the sunroom and talked until the wee hours of the morning. Well, some of us talked, while others just...listened.
We had a great time, but, as I told Momo later, it would have been impossible to throw a lousy party with such good company. We'll miss that Ilaiy boy, but he promises to fly back and visit us frequently.