Serene at last

Gary, the flower angel, dropped some cherry blossoms and stargazer lilies off last week-- just in time for Carolyn to help Robert arrange them in a pitcher (the vase was still busy with orchids).

They provided a welcome note of calm:

On Wednesday, Carolyn arrived, and we had dinner out at 915.

Also on Wednesday, Jack and Scott arrived, but they stayed at Big Ruby's, so we didn't see them until drinks on Thursday (after Robert and Carolyn got back from bridge), and then out to La Te Da for Chris's show (I'd forgotten the wig trick that turns Marilyn into Carol Channing) and Debra and Patrick in the lounge.

We had planned to pick up Michael and Terry at the airport on Friday, but Delta screwed up their connection, so they ended up driving down from Miami for their stay at the Coral Tree Inn. We ended up listening to Baby T and Robert Albury over dinner at Croissants de France, and then out on the town at The Keys.

Saturday was brunch at Blue Heaven, with Jack and Scott flying out for their cruise. Sunday was bridge, and then bingo (which Carolyn won), and then Porsche at Bourbon Street (whom Carolyn hated; I knew she would), and then dinner at Mangoes. And Monday Carolyn and Michael and Terry had the same flight out to Atlanta, so we bundled them all off to the airport. . . .

And went home and napped, smelling lilies.