Hectic, Frantic, Lodginess

Much excitement and wringing of hands today (no rending of garmets as of yet, but stay tuned)

The Colonel's sister is graduating on Thursday, and so we are having a granduation party for her next Saturday. If it's nice, it will be on the deck and Sala Grande. If it's not nice, it will be in The Lodge.

I'm at sixes and sevens on the menu: Sister-woman's friends are bringing food, and I don't know what they are bringing. My inner control freak is, predictably, not happy, and I fear an assortment of cheezy whizzy and cool whippy dishes, all made up in disposable foil pans. (As I'm sure you'll agree, unless one is preparing food for a homeless shelter, or some other situation where the food may get out of your control, there is no excuse for disposable foil pans. Best foot forward at all times. What if you were in an accident on the way to the event and the EMT came? They'd see your foil pans and know you were lower class)

But, on the other hand, not having to cook a bunch of stuff is nice. And since we are in control of the cocktails, I at least know that will be tasteful. The graduate has requested Pomegranate Mojitos, and Pomegranate Mojitos it shall be. But served in glass (Plastic's OK for children, but adults should be adults)

I'm going to use my cunning little ceramic cowboy hat chip/dip servers to add a festive southwesty air to the whole thing. I thought they kind of went with the signature cocktail, and will at least give a sembelance of a theme.

In the meantime, we are working feverishly to get the lodge in order: The floor needs waxed, for one thing, and some painting is in order. I don't know how much will actually get done, but the rushing about part makes one feel like one is accomplishing things. Thank GOD I had the jukebox tuned up, and put Mrs. Dan Langdon in a summer frock a few weeks back.