The traveling-too-much-girl rushed back from the airport. She didn't want to be late -- she had a birthday party to go to, you see.
Vanessa, the doting wife of the birthday boy, had turned their garden into a kind of Arabian wonderland. Everything looked fantastical.
The table settings were like colored magic.
The food was fit for royalty. (The birthday fellow was actually chummy with princes and kings but so very modest that you would never know. Such lovely manners.)
Everyone wore their prettiest frocks.
This one was quite possibly the beautifulest.
Why even the trees got dressed up for the occasion.
Oh, and the music........
Just look at this singer! Not only talented ....but so handsome...
And this drummer looked straight out of a magazine, wouldn't you agree?
The men at the party looked a little flushed when they saw the belly dancer. Ahem, she was ample in every way, if you know what I mean....
Not to mention the performer whose specialty was dancing with candles on her head. Imagine that.......
....The night was....well, perfect. And it was all for the specialest of special men - darling Freck Vreeland, who was turning 80. Not only fascinating and debonair, but quite the dancer.
Thank goodness that 80 is the new 70. Plenty of time for work on the memoirs. I've put in my request for an autographed copy. ~Sigh, with all the rest of his fans.....
