Thanks to Glen for trying (in vain) to keep me dry
Mike manned the charcoal grill and dealt with the suicidal hotdogs that chose to roll off the grill, rather than be eaten by hungry party goers.
Alan and Mike brave the elements
The food was great...I've never seen so many middle aged people fawn over a chocolate fountain so ferociously. We also had gorgeous fruit baskets from Edible Arrangements.
Here are more random party photos
Of course, little Petey's eyes are closed...
Juliana and Me! She has a white girl-fro!
So, yeah it is over and was a raging success. I am now retiring from my brief career as party planner extraordinaire.
In other Cape Cod news...it's humid, moist, wet, close...NASTY!
I often find myself wanting to retreat to the confines of the Captain's quarters where I am sleeping and pumping the A/C. Today, I napped with 5 beagles and sadly watch my Roger lose to Nadal in 5 stunning sets in the Wimbeldon final.
Heading home Tuesday...and will be back to Cape Cod in two and half weeks...hopefully it won't be so humid.