We fought the battle and won, my friends.
You know, the “weekend spent with 3 sisters, a sister-in-law, and a mother all in the attic of a bed & breakfast during their wine festival without killing each other” battle.
Any time a night hasn’t ended with a drink thrown in your face and the silent treatment, consider it a victory.
But it really wasn’t hard. And we were tested. Oh yes, we were tested.
Try going to the bathroom in front of four people in a space with no partitions.
No amount of magazines will help that situation.
But, to be true, we won probably because I paced myself….
..or because of the $20 lipstick complete with a built in lighted mirror. You know, in case you go spelunking in a cave with some girlfriends and need to freshen up.
This little gem just might have been the saving grace.
After our freshening up, we stepped out onto the front lawn to have a lunch while sampling the local vendors.
I’ve often wondered if I couldn’t sell at one of these events. With all the grapes left in the back of the fridge, some of them are bound to ferment, right?
After several moves around the lawn and a couple more samples, we hit the town.
Dancing? Why yes, but not us this time.
The Kansas City Marching Cobras happened to be in Carthage this particular weekend! My sister L looked on like a proud mother as she was the only one of us who had seen them before. She continually asked us if we were sure we wanted to go see them, and then afterwards thanked us all for coming as if she hosted the group in her living room.
The Marching Cobras was started up in KC as a way for inner city kids to have a positive outlet, while also having to maintain a certain gpa, etc. They were a nice addition to our weekend!
When we arrived back at the B&B, we convinced the owners to turn on the twinkle lights on the front porch. Oh, to have a spacious, stone front porch like this one.
I would invest in only white linen dresses, cinched at the waist and insist that my hair be pulled up in a loose bun. Sigh.
We sat around sampling more wines, shoving chinese food down our gullets,
while L put on more lipstick.
We talked around the table for a good couple hours before heading up to the attic where it felt like a scene from Little Women.
Why do I always have to play the role of Beth?
Unlike Beth, my heart did survive the night and the next morning we woke up to breakfast downstairs. This is the first time I’ve had to sit with the hosts and other guests at one table. It was awkward at first, since it felt a little intimate.
Luckily they were the talkative sort and kept up both their and my end of the conversation. Functional Introvert saved once again!
Mom had to wear her sunglasses because of the sun and I laughed inappropriately loud for so early in the morning. The host quickly served our first course after that loud guffaw.
A couple poems were read and some well-rehearsed stories were told by the hosts, then we parted ways from cute Carthage, MO.
Writing this post has made me realize that as soon as I do something, I need to write about it. I’m sure there were a ton of little nuances throughout the stay that made me come away with this feeling of having had such a good time, but for the life of me, I cannot recall them. But maybe that isn’t true. Maybe it was just the feeling of being together that left a good mark on my memory. Kind of like reading a book on a crisp sunny afternoon that resulted in a more refreshed version of yourself than when you first sat down. Nothing in particular, but just the whole of the experience.
Thank you girlies!