Fiber and Wine

So, yes, SPA was pretty much a big slumber party where we stayed up late and ate gobs of candy and ice cream. Only substitute the candy and ice cream part with fiber and wine.

(No, we didn't *eat* fiber, sillies! But from the bags I brought home I think you could say I gorged myself on it.)

The beauty of a sleepover is that you get to spend prolonged periods of time with the same people. You get past the "oh, that's a great mitten you're knitting" and into conversations like "the long reach of the Holy See: how Catholicism left its mark on you" and "that time I spent 4 months traveling through Asia".  I think Cate has captured this aspect of the weekend of perfectly.

Also, checking into the hotel was like checking into an alternate universe comprised only of knitters and spinners. Wheels were crammed into every nook and cranny of the first floor of the hotel, and a walk down the hallway was a walk through a gallery of handspun on bobbins in every color and skill level. There were no deeds to do and no promises to keep, and no pressures aside from deciding which fiber to spin and whether or not to go for a massage or a pedicure.

I chose the Amy B. fiber and the massage.

Highlights included meeting Kate's mom:

Kate is mortified (in a really cute way) and her mom is awesome.

I ditched on my Olympic Knitting to spin this:

The aforementioned Amy B. fiber. I love it because it reminds me of floating on my back in the turquoise waters off St. John.

(mmm.... caribbean.......)

And this is the face of a woman who just bought a wheel:

You can see the wheel in question here, and you'll understand her joy completely.

Also, I am sad to report that I broke the Rules of Endurance Drinking and got my drunk on. I had a great time and shenanigans may have ensued. I am happy to report that I did not win the tiara for Most Drunk, though I am embarrassed to report that doesn't mean much because the bar was set low. I did not see the ass-slap, but I *was* a first hand witness of the over-the-shoulder waiter-groping.

All in all I had a fabulous time.

Comments

[Matha]

I have to say, it sounds like there was way more inappropriate behavior at Spa than there was at my wedding. How sad is that? I knew I should have put a bottle of booze on every table!

(my friend Shan did that at her wedding, a bottle of cognac on every table. It rocked.)

[Kate]

Hello, maybe if I sat up straight I wouldn't look like a chub. My mom's face is priceless, like she just saw a naked man go by or something.

So apparently the "water after each drink rule" was not followed well? Miss your already :-) Jason already thinks you rock since crown and ginger is a favorite drink of yours.

[Carole]

It was a great time. I do look pretty happy, eh? And how on earth did I miss the waiter getting slapped on the butt?!?!?

[mamacate]

Nah, girl, you can hold your liquor with the best of 'em.

Could Kate be any cuter with her mom? I have never felt older in my life. Note the evidence of debauchery scattered around the table in front of them.

Total awesome slumber party. Loved it. Again, next year!

[claudia]

OK, now I *need* to know. Who won that tiara???

;-)

[Norma]

Oh, that look of mortification on Kate's face = PRECIOUS!!!

And, um, yeah, Carole looks pretty happy, but then, she always does.

[elisa]

Sigh - can we go back next weekend? ;) Not that my wallet or my liver could really take it, but I can dream...

[Stephanie]

Sounds like a wonderful weekend. I'm so glad you had a blast and got a little drunk! :-)

[maryse]

were you a lush?

[christine]

What a fun time that must have been!
With or without the alcohol!

[Laurie]

I gotta echo Claudia, who won the tiara?? It was such a good time, and I like the no promises thought.