An impromptu gathering of my mom & two of her siblings last night at my house led to a little too much red wine (not me this time!!!), and sadly, my table did not fare well. In fact, it was like a movie stage prop from a bar brawl scene. Although it looks as though it was perhaps smashed over someone's head, it was just breaking the fall (literally) of one of my guests, who shall remain nameless.
You may recall that I featured this formerly cute little table (now reduced to kindling) in a recent post, and while I am sad that this great little piece has had such a short life in my home and would perhaps have fared better in a more sedate household, I will remember it fondly, along with this evening stroll down McElroy memory lane. A stroll, I must add, that is not for the faint-hearted. I remember my grandmother as caring and well-dressed, but somewhat aloof. Apparently aloofness (I'm not sure that's even a word), is not the most desirable trait in a mother, if this band of McElroy hooligans can be believed...and I think they can.
An aside to the missing sibling:
Roberta, I apologize that I was unable to invite you - but this was a very last-minute-same-day invitation. Ed had a meeting in my office building, and the next I knew, I'd invited the local sibs to my house for food, wine and destruction of property. If I have the opportunity to do it again, I'll let you know!
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